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There should be a rule somewhere against flatmate's not cooking disgusting smelling food. Keep having to supress my gag reflex everytime I go in the kitchen.
I haven't done anything useful today. I even just spent two hours watching Prince of Tennis so I could delete it off my harddrive. I'm rather confused by that show actually. It's not *good* but it's bearable, and occasionally it's actually not that bad. The first episode was probably the worst, though episode five came close. I'm trying to decide if the presence of borderline bishounnen makes it worth watching anymore, and so will download the next five episodes to find out. Suspect I will regret this.
Other than that, my day consisted of fruitlessly trying to thwart the wiles of the institution they call the British banking system. Alas, I was unable to phrase my requests in ancient Egyptian and was therefore forced to pay a penalty. For your information, the glass panels are not there to prevent someone from holding up the bank, they're to prevent customers from attacking the outmoded system with any handy golf clubs or those poles that divide people into queues (do they even have a technical name?). I was disappointed in the whole system since a few weeks ago, I'd managed to complete a transaction with minimal fuss and hassle (who knew that squirrel sacrifices worked...). Today, I was told the same thing I had done a few weeks before was either a) impossible to do in today's system, or b) a tragic mistake. Am wondering if the fact that the previous cashier was young and male had anything to do with it...
I am currently reading Tom Holt's Faust Among Equals, which I was told was one of his funnier books. Thankfully, this is the case, though it's still not that funny compared to the great comedy writers. Continous irony and jokes that are telegraphed ten pages away do not a comedy make. He really does run his jokes into the groud, the bastard... And I should stop reading the bloody things since every one of his books does nothing to cheer me up, and mearly annoys me.
I haven't done anything useful today. I even just spent two hours watching Prince of Tennis so I could delete it off my harddrive. I'm rather confused by that show actually. It's not *good* but it's bearable, and occasionally it's actually not that bad. The first episode was probably the worst, though episode five came close. I'm trying to decide if the presence of borderline bishounnen makes it worth watching anymore, and so will download the next five episodes to find out. Suspect I will regret this.
Other than that, my day consisted of fruitlessly trying to thwart the wiles of the institution they call the British banking system. Alas, I was unable to phrase my requests in ancient Egyptian and was therefore forced to pay a penalty. For your information, the glass panels are not there to prevent someone from holding up the bank, they're to prevent customers from attacking the outmoded system with any handy golf clubs or those poles that divide people into queues (do they even have a technical name?). I was disappointed in the whole system since a few weeks ago, I'd managed to complete a transaction with minimal fuss and hassle (who knew that squirrel sacrifices worked...). Today, I was told the same thing I had done a few weeks before was either a) impossible to do in today's system, or b) a tragic mistake. Am wondering if the fact that the previous cashier was young and male had anything to do with it...
I am currently reading Tom Holt's Faust Among Equals, which I was told was one of his funnier books. Thankfully, this is the case, though it's still not that funny compared to the great comedy writers. Continous irony and jokes that are telegraphed ten pages away do not a comedy make. He really does run his jokes into the groud, the bastard... And I should stop reading the bloody things since every one of his books does nothing to cheer me up, and mearly annoys me.
