Uppers:<\/p>\n
1) I had the best food-day at work other the other day.\u00a0 One group of traders who sit near me got a veritable TON of sushi delivered as a gift from their brokers who were looking to suck up to them. About 20 of us tucked in the end.\u00a0 I stuffed my face and there was still food to spare.\u00a0 I’d barely recovered from this gluttony when someone else got the fancy cakes in from the french bakery here.\u00a0 I moved in and got\u00a0a generous slice each\u00a0chocolate cake and some rhubarb tart (the positive health benefits of fruit tart obviously negating any calories in either slice).\u00a0 I was just about ready to call it a day, then the guy who sits behind me decided to get some ice creams in – it was one of the three hot days we had last month.\u00a0 Anyway, I was foraging through the bag when TC came round to get an ice-cream of his own.\u00a0 I had my hair up and was wearing a top that\u00a0had a scooped back;\u00a0he was standing so close behind me (in eagerness for ice cream,\u00a0sadly) that\u00a0I could\u00a0feel him breathing on my shoulder blade.\u00a0\u00a0I almost melted.\u00a0\u00a0 In fact, \u00a0I’m surprised my ice cream didn’t burst into flames as\u00a0I took it out of the bag.\u00a0 He quickly realised that I’d taken the last Magnum\u00a0and was pretty gutted.\u00a0 Now, I may love TC, but evidently I love Magnums more.\u00a0 I just tapped him lightly on the chest with it and wished him better luck next time.\u00a0 This is basically the same as me covering him in ice cream then covering him\u00a0in me.\u00a0 Almost.\u00a0 Part of me now wishes I’d saved the wrapper so\u00a0I could keep it under my pillow.\u00a0 Or, better yet, cast some kind of voodoo love spell.\u00a0 Maybe some other time.\u00a0 He continues to show less-than-zero interest.\u00a0 What’s a girl to do?<\/p>\n
2) Now live in palatial new abode which I moved into a couple of months ago, which coincided with me not updating very much.\u00a0 Partly because it took Sky about a month to sort out my broadband.\u00a0\u00a0Although\u00a0I\u00a0do LOVE Sky.\u00a0 With 40 hours of recording time, there’s always\u00a0SOMETHING to watch and I’ve seen a couple of weekends melt away into nothingness as a result.\u00a0 Ah well, blame it on the lack of summer that we’re having.\u00a0 I have now fulfilled 2\u00a0of my life’s dreams (no mean feat) in one swoop\u00a0a) I have Sky for the first time b) I live in a 2-bed with the second bedroom acting as second wardrobe.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For the first time ever, I also have more bookshelves that I have books.\u00a0 Although still had a bit of a book quandary; the Twilight books are languishing on a bottom shelf, shielded from view by an unutterably dreary financial tome and the self-help books (which are legion) are currently taking up a shelf in my bedroom.\u00a0 Obviously will need to strategically move out of the way if I ever hope to be able to bring a man-fellow back.\u00a0 I used to live with someone who had a sleepover after a first date\u00a0when she had copies of He’s Just Not That Into You and Why Men Love Bitches in plain view\u00a0on her bedside table.\u00a0 Woeful lack of planning.\u00a0 Remarkably, she never heard from him again afterwards.<\/p>\n
3) Only in my world could this be an upper.\u00a0 Remember the shopping injury?\u00a0 It’s got worse.\u00a0 And now my wrist hurts pretty much all the time.\u00a0 I got a new coat and the angle of the pocket means that even getting to my tube pass causes a dull ache.\u00a0 This is obviously a downer.\u00a0 BUT, the massive upper is that (brace yourselves) I am now being referred to a sports doctor.\u00a0 Yep.\u00a0 This is my greatest (only) sporting achievement ever.\u00a0 Have no idea what he’s going to make of me .\u00a0 Out walks an elite athlete, hell-bent on gold in 2012\u00a0and\u00a0in walks me, hell-bent on\u00a0gold cards:\u00a0\u00a0“So, I, like, totally overdid it with the candles in Bendels, y’know?”.\u00a0 Can hardly wait.\u00a0 It also puts some distance between my physio and I, which is probably a good thing.\u00a0 I had a sorta feeling that maybe he was enjoying our sessions more than your average wrist-rubber should and a couple of weeks ago he stroked my foot in a way that would have been vaguely inappropriate even if I’d had a foot injury.\u00a0 Lest we forget, it’s my wrist that he’s treating.\u00a0 I’m not going to sue or anything, but i think it’s wise that we have a trial separation for a while.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Downers:<\/p>\n
1) The Big Desk Move is planned for this month.\u00a0 Not only does this mean that Dave (*retch* :)) will be \u00a0lurking around my floor – I come out in cold sweats and shudder whenever I think about it – but also, in devastating news, TC will go from being one row behind me (approx 15 feet) to being around nine rows behind me.\u00a0 And I’m going to be sitting next to someone super-duper important who is a) WELL old and not remotely hot and b) likely to have zero-tolerance for my fondness for going on internet gossip sites and saying ‘fuck’ a lot.\u00a0 Gah.<\/p>\n