Date: 14 May, 2010
Location: Home, Kil&Burn, NW2 4SJ
Time: 1pm-ish
Feeling: hard to say actually. Slightly apprehensive. A little bit bored. Thoughtful.

Waiting for Michelle at home. She has finally landed and making her way here. From Essex. Hm.

In other news, had a fight with Vlad. So I don't think we are talking. This is probably not going to end well. Neither of us has a good history in terms of reconciling with people. It started of as a fairly minor thing but kind of blew out of proportion now. That's all I'm going to say about this for now.

In other news, I found a book that I absolutely relate to. It's called 'The Sleepyhead's Bedside Companion'. I can't believe such book exists. I feel vindicated! I am not the only one obsessed with sleep. There are others like me out there. Every page of this book is either articulating what is already in my head or I want imprinted there. I feel less guilt about my (previously thought unhealthy) preoccupation. I seriously think sleep is underrated in today's society which is obsessed with 'making the most' of each minute. Whatever THAT means. Hrumph.

What else. I finally feel comfortable enough to articulate what I have felt for a long time now. I HATE phones.  Landlines, mobile phones, smart phones, blackberries. Whatever. I hate them all. I don't like speaking on the phone. I feel like making phone calls is intrusive - what are the odds you are just sitting there and waiting for the phone to ring? Chances are you are somewhere out and phone ringing causes you to madly scramble through your handbag, finally finding the phone as the last ring dies. You then proceed to try to return the call - getting busy signal because the person is either trying you again or leaving a voicemail. You then call them back again, ignoring the voicemail and they proceed to repeat what they just left on your voicemail (which you will incidentally 'discover' again later and proceed to listen to it...). Or you are having a nap and the phone call may slightly disturb your slumber. Cause unpleasant dreams about work... Or you are talking to another person - with the phone ringing you will be forced to stop, answer the phone, talk to the person on the phone while the other person just sits there (chances are they'll whip out their phone and proceed to call other people). Okay - I'm cutting off my own rant here. I feel like some of the anger I feel may be mis-placed here... Also, I feel like I'm never going to get a phone call from my friends again if they read this. Uhhh. I don't ALWAYS hate it - it's just a general feeling I have about phones. They are evil. These days.