The 19th & 20th; I think I need a lorazepam day tomorrow.
The 19th of September. I got up about eight today after waking at half past four and putting the radio on to hear what was going on with Scotland. I sort of drifted in and out of the speeches of various politicians. Salmond just sounded so bitter, and I am not surprised he's resigned (although upon finding out on the radio on the way home from the cinema, I wasn't sure if he was even still alive, the way he was being discussed)!
This morning I finished the scarf I've been crocheting, so now I'll have to start another one - I can only do rows, I can't crochet in the round. I have tried to learn from YouTube and I always mess it up.
This afternoon, I started writing another essay, as I really needed to do something more cerebral than watching tv. Although then Daddy and I went to see Boxtrolls (hence hearing about Salmond on the radio on the way home). It was fine, but I think I was expecting it to be better. I do not feel like it has enriched my life. Oh well. Swings and roundabouts.
The 20th of September.
So tired, I think I need a lorazepam day tomorrow. This morning I watched Saturday Kitchen and read the paper, and this afternoon, Daddy and I went to see A Most Wanted Man. I thought we'd see two films this weekend, and next weekend it'll be The Riot Club.
Becky came round with many tales of many places. They are all going to see Cats next week and I do wonder how Jonathan is going to cope with two and a half hours of it.
Apple have ringfenced the money for my phone but not taken it properly, which is massively annoying because I don't know when they will, but when they do, that means it's coming!