Well, last night was uneventful. I made the mistake of buying a pre-made sauce for my curry at the weekend, purely out of laziness, but it is fucking shit so that has been a waste of money. Shall stick to just making my own in future. Work was ok yesterday, we got our test done so hopefully it will win us a the job, it looks pretty fucking spanking like, if I do say so mesel. Last night consisted of just sitting reading my book. He's covered the initial ground (again! I don't know how many times I've read about relativity, quantum theory and evolution of the universe now) but now he's getting to the meaty stuff. He's explained some of the various multiverse theories and I was worried he was just going to yammer on from there but he thankfully he seems to be tackling the thing I have the most issue with which is the fact it seems like a total cop out as it is as untestable as saying a creator made it so perfect for life (his list of the reasons why it is so perfect for life was very thorough though and it really is quite incredibly perfect for life). That's all I've wanted from a book, for at least someone to think what I've thought when I've read the multiverse theories where I've just thought 'that's a cop out, you can't test it so therefore is no longer in the realms of science'.
Been having lots of nightmares lately, they all involve with me feeling like I'm awake in my bedroom and things are happening but I can't move or shout for help. It's fucking shit. I heard my flatmate come in last night and it took me a good couple of minutes to establish if it was real or still in the dream. give me some crazy shit where I wake up and go 'thank fuck that is over' but don't give me fucking nightmares where I can't tell if I'm awake or not as that is just shit.
Up early this morning to go for another fucking blood test. Arrived there at about half seven but already 7 tickets had been taken. It busied up and then they began taking people in. But, and I may seem mean here, the fasting diabetics get to jump the queue, which I think is shit. If I stay on this medication I'll have to have regular blood tests but will i get to jump the queue too? Will I fuck. So I have to wait even longer as about 10 of these shits get to waltz straight in with no queuing or anything. It annoys me that they say on the sign 'non fasting people should try to come in an afternoon when it is less busy', well, I'd fucking love to but that would mean I'd have to take loads of time off work as some of us fuckers actually do have a job, I come in the morning so i can get seen and get to work without being late or having to ask for time to do it, fucking idiots. Grrrrr. I eventually got in, once the diabetics and fucking old biddies had been in first and was out in about 2 minutes flat. they should have an 'express' queue there, like having a basket aisle at supermarkets. my veins are fucking huge so it takes no time for them to get the stuff out of me so people similar to me could zip through without having to wait behind people who have to have several goes before they can hit the vein. the woman had lots of photos of her cats sellotaped to the cupboard. They were very nice.
I got a bit annoyed at deal or no deal last night when I was eating my tea. He gets down to 2 boxes, one with 250 quid and one with 20 grand. Noel then starts going on about how it has been 20 grand in the box the past two days so therefore it is very unlikely to be it again. Now, it's surely just as likely as any other day to be the 20 grand again. It will be a 1 in 20 chance (or however many boxes there are on the thing). every day will be a one in twenty chance so don't make your decision on the previous couple of days results. Noel bangs on and on about this for ages and eventually the guy swaps his box then opens it and gets 250 quid. You could play that game in 10 minutes really, just guess the fucking numbers quick as you like, offer, continue or not, it's all drawn out by people going, 'oooo, my mam had a nice roast dinner on the third of the month once so 3 has always been special to me, and I had a great poo at 7 last night so I'll avoid 7' and this stupidly overworked 'chatting to the banker' thing when it is clearly just the fucking producer or something, they probably just have some sort of algorithm to work out the offer and occasionally throw in the odd different offer. 'the banker says he fears you as you look confident'. fuck me, anyone would think it wasn't a fucking guessing game based on pure chance that's success is based purely on peoples downfall from their greed and people's enjoyment of watching them suffer for their greed. |
