Wednesday 13 August, 2008

Ach it's Wednesday already. I slept in this morning because for some reason I was totally knackered, and I think that if you have a day of thinking and reading ahead of you then sitting a being tired because you got up early for no reason other than social conformity is daft. SO I got up at just before 10. AND - get this, I went to bed at 11! I normally go to bed at about 12 and got to sleep before 1am, so 11pm is very early, and 10am is very late. and I zonked out. I wonder why?! It's true that running has made me tired recently in a way that my cross training and swimming sessions never did but... I had the most amazing vivid dreams as well, and I learned (in my dream?!) that I should take an extra pair of socks hiking with me, and a towel, in case it rains. Which, for a dream, is unusually sound advice.

I didn't think about work once in all my sleep. This is fairly surprising too.

Well I feel better for it although a bit lazy, I have to confess. The sun is shining like billi-o outside and I hope it lasts long enough to eat some lunch in the sunshine. That would be lovely!

I am secretly very anxious though dear reader. Yesterday, finally, we got out passports back from the visa office (I had time to flatten my hair for postie thank goodness) and so I am pleased with that. BUT they said we would also get our £158 back that we had mistakenly paid as it was in a 'holding account' with HSBC and not with them anyway and cancelling the (dodgy and misinformed) online application would mean these monies would be back on DBs credit card in around 5 working days. I cancelled the application Friday 1st Aug so really it should have been accredited on last Friday, or by now anyway. And it hasn't. And the visa office are soooooooo aloof (they outsource their work and no-one knows or cares about anything) and to call them would be over a pound a minute... The thing is that if you pay mistakenly they don't do refunds so if they have taken the money then that is £158 just lost. And why? Because the info on their webiste said we could apply for a year long, not just 6 month, visa - a lie apparently. And while filling out the form it added on a security pass we didn't need but didn't tell me this or give me any breakdown of the final payment - which included 'fees'. Fees of how much we weren't told so you just pay up basically. At your peril it turns out. I am very worried because DB really wants this money back and now we have cancelled the applications I know they are just going to say - at a pound a minute - that they can't/won't do anything. If they even know anything about it.

I am worried...

Batman at the IMAX was amaaaaaaaaaazing last night! Truly fantastic! I would recommend it wholeheartedly. Then we got a cheeky kebab (I had a normal one, not one of those nasty, greasy, dodgy-meat, men-ones) and chippies on the way home which is just awful and tots up my take-away record as about 4 in a week! We had KFC (I know - it's disgusting, but I had run a gazillion miles and was starving and weak) last week, then a curry (I was drunk, and weak), then Monday night we had home pizza and take away chips (my fault, I was craving rubbish having eaten healthily and pithily all weekend), and last night. BAAAD rabbit. I will behave now.

Yesterday in the car I told DB about my lego computer game plans and he was all pleased and then I had to inform him that he shan't be here... And then I said about going hiking with S on Sunday and then said that I didn't know why I was telling him this as he won't even be here! And he said - and this sums up DB really - 'Noooo. I *definitely* won't be here then.' ... 'If I go.' - If I go! I laughed so I did and told him what he had just said and we had a giggle about his definitely/maybe attitude. Silly boy. So who knows if I will be on my todd or not. It messes with my head though because I like to know whether I am spending this weekend in solitude or with company - they are very different. DB exists in his own land though sometimes and doesn't realise that his decisions (or lack of them) have consequence. Like he is *always* at least half an hour late to see anyone but he doesn't realise how rude this is at all. Or how irritating it is that people have to wait for him to leave all the time because he will say let's leave at 4 and not leave till half past or longer. It is sooooooooo annoying. And he will get cross with me for nagging him along - which I HATE (the crossness and the nagging!). Grrr. But he is very handsome and charming and gorgeous and kind and so forgiveable.

Boys. Humph.

Anyway! PhD?!

Today I am going to work hard! I am! I don't think I am going to exercise because I have two huge runs and a hike in front of me and some rest may be needed - plus my legsies are a bit sore from yesterday.... I will work.

Plan:
Work from 11 - 12.30.
12.30 - 1.30 have lunch.
work from 1.30 - 3.
3-3.30 have break
3.30 - 6 work.

This isn't going to work, mainly because having structured breaks is pointless and a bit depressing, seeing as I have no one to spend them with. This i why I have long days like today as a mixture of work and internet, but constantly working and no breaks.

Ok, plan # 2
Work until 1.30 and have lunch till 2.30.
Work from 2.30 - 6.

There we go.

x J