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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Friday, November 03, 2006
Pains which turn out to be Blessings which turn out to be Pains
Our UPM frantically came into the office today asking for a favour. He needed to move me from my hotel. Now. Some nightmare took place (of which details I'm not sure of as yet) and poor production were having a hotel nightmare. Packing up my room within a space of an hour is not my idea of fun. Good side of it was I was moving to The Sofitel, a much nicer (and expensive) hotel. Deep down given the choice I would still rather avoid the pain in the arse of packing all my crap, but at least I was moving somewhere rather nice.
Turns out very nice. In that I'm in a sodding Suite. In this place. Which as you can imagine is pretty amazing. I have my own living room! And 3 wardrobes. I give it three days before they boot me out, frankly. Since the room is probably 6 times as expensive as the other one. Timing wise it is lovely as the Cheesm arrives today - lucky thing, he has good timing.
Of course, every silver lining has it's thunder storm. Mine was a complete inability to sleep in the new bed. Combination probably of the newness of it, the fact it was harder than my previous bed, and only what I can describe as sprung pillows. Yep, a pillow with a spring in it - or something weird at any rate. Making the pillows massive, unyeilding and completely uncomfortable. I was wide awake until 3am when I finally relented and called Housekeeping to get a frickin normal pillow. I feel like such an idiot doing stuff like that, but I wasn't sleeping. They happily provided just what I wanted, but I was all worked up by this point and paranoid there was a mosquito biting at me so it took me a while to doze off. Turns out I wasn't paranoid. I now have two bites on each arm and one on my frickin eyelid. Which I MUST NOT ITCH!!
So, am extremely tired and itchy. Thankfully I have the wonderful distraction of the imminent Cheesy arrival. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
9:19 am
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