Curses!

Just phoned my mother, and she has NOT been reading the blog due to PEBCAK issues. Pants. All that swearing I would have been typing, DAMNIT! I told her this, and she said "but you don't swear". Hmmm. She said she only used one swear-phrase, for moments of extreme angst - and I can't type it here or I'd be banned from the entire internet, forever. She's plainly been spending time with sailors recently. Drunk sailors. With Tourette's. Who keep stubbing their toes.

Well. It's, 9.20pm. Rosarie confessed tonight that she's a mechanical engineer working for a major computer chip company (here's a clue 'dah-dah-dah-Dah!'). I was saying it's hard to be one of 3 females, working in a department of 120ish men. She's one in 500. Caramba! It's weird - at home when you meet people, the whole "what do you do" question tends to come up early on. I've known these people for days, and have no idea what the majority do In Real Life. All people talk about is the fasting, and food. Lots and lots of food talk. Apparently everyone else is hungry, but yet again I had no interest in the broth tonight. Tasted better, but no appetite. I did get my third burger pang though. Damn you, Matt Toy, for forcing me to get the Blue Cheese GBK. I hold you personally responsible. And I will not be contradicted! (Mainly cos he's not reading this).

Right. House MD. Bed. Sleep? Oh come on now, the sleeplessness is getting ridiculous. Loads of people have bought jetlag-conquering Valium here as it's over-the-counter, but I'm determined not to take tranqulisers when I'm supposed to be detoxing - anti-biotics is enough badness already! And, sleeplessness means more movies.

Goodnight

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