I have not heard from him. Oh well. Nice voice either way...uhm I mean good art contact.

I ducked out of work as soon as things were safe. Another longish day. Walking out of work in that sun was serious UV basking I could have avoided. Oh if only I had a car (and would voluntarily drive it). Tsk. I got home. pleaded with the mommy to let me sleep after such a fricky week, and she was cool. The nap was a nice 2 hour deal, and I've been online since then, doing nothing productive in general, talking to my close friends and musing about life and people.

Fuck. I'm home alone and hearing these sounds outside. Phone is working. Yay. You know there should be a local online 999 service. These people suck.

Oh I didn't rant about the police episode. Hmm. That was fun. S.O. misplaced his cell in a taxi after he left me last week. Calling calling...a guy has it, he says ok pick it up, he doesn't wait for me to pick it up, it sends up in police station. Longass story to get the fricking thing. 0 communication in that station. I go to collect it - dude does not know. He goes in back/all over and finally finally I get it! Geez. Arrrghhh eediotz.

Did I mention I want to geekerise myself? Apparently I have to programmerise myself whether I like it or not...I mean yeh geekerising goes hand in hand with programmerising but dear god...*swoon* I do suppose I have a mental block because I was not taught it properly, or something. It's like Math I suppose. I do envy people who can do it. Tsk.