gah.

Saturday morning I received 2 discs of Ally McBeal. I watched 5 episodes Saturday night and 3 this morning.

Saturday afternoon I went shopping for my Dad's birthday presents... I got him a couple of sweaters for me and my sister(s?). I really liked one of them (for me) that I got for him... it was from the Blue Harbour range in Marks & Spencers and I couldn't choose between two so I took them into the changing room to see how they would go with my colour. I might've gotten some weird looks from the changing room assistant and those waiting for others in the changing room.

I also went into Bay where it was a closing down clearance sale... and everything was 3 pounds! I got 3 jackets... I was really pleased. My favourite is a red wool trenchcoat which I've wanted for aaaages but it's missing a couple of buttons. My mom doesn't like it because it looks second hand, my dad says its ok for a student. Then I got a flowery trenchcoat which my sister says looks like it's made from a shower curtain, I quite like it but I'm not sure it would look good with anything I have, and another is a sort of formal jacket wear. It's quite pretty, I watched this Italian woman put it on and she looked really professional and gorgeous in it. It's like the kind of thing Georgia (from Ally McBeal) might wear.

Today I went for a run and got really annoyed. I didn't get as far as I did last time and really wanted to but I had two stiches that hurt like hell. I thought I might shake them or lessen them but they didn't go. I was pretty mad. I'm not sure what exactly I was mad at... myself or my stitches specifically, or the world in general. I thought running was supposed to make you happy. You know, endorphins and stuff.

I think I can say today was Not A Good Day though it started out well enough this morning, though it's slightly scary how many Ally McBeals I can watch in a row and not get sick of it. Renee is starting to get on my nerves though.

Now I'm sitting listening to Hard Candy by the Counting Crows. They're really good to chill out to when you're washing dishes.

Back to work tomorrow. I tell myself it's only a couple more weeks. I don't understand how people can do my kind of job as a specific job with no end in sight and not... feel so entirely unimportant. Most of my job (audio typing) could be done by a computer program. The rest of my job could be done by anybody else in the world. I attach no importance whatsoever in me being there. I am replaceable, I could be one in a million.

Wow, I am depressing. Exscuse me while I poke myself in the eye repeatedly. Newton did that, you know. I'm not sure repeatedly, but he did stick a bodkin (needle) in between his eyeball and his eye socket and applied pressure on his eyeball. All in the name of science! Wonderful.

Anyway. Back to the eye poking.