Holly took me to get some chinese, which I am eternally grateful for.
I discovered I have £20. However, this has to last me a week and two days, and for the past five days I have barely survived on £80... So I'm not sure if I'm happier for discovering the money, or less happy...
I (amazingly) bumped into my uncle WHILST getting chinese, which is just about one of the least-likely-but-still-within-reason things to ever happen to me. He was also trying to 'phone me at the very instant we met. Mental. Anyway, he had been told about my car-predicament by my auntie (who I 'phoned earlier for lack of any clue what to do), and said that he would tow me back home, so at least my car would be nearby. It still isn't functioning, he rekons it could be a gear-box related dilemma. Jesus frickin' CHRIST, the tow was probably the scariest half hour I have spent in a vehicle. I had to drive no more than and no less than three feet behind my uncle's Jag with no engine. The journey had a few jerks and what-not, but my uncle said I did well, so I'm pleased about that. Man, am I ever rambling!
But all in all, I still feel pretty fuckin' shit. I was supposed to be going to be part of The Friday Night Project audience with Nicky and Harriett, but that went down the drain. So now I have an empty house, which is my second least favourite kind of house (second only to a house filled with relatives and/or strangers), and nothing to do. I'm gonna start sorting some stuff out tomorrow, 'cause I just cannot be fucked tonight. The Delve gig last night was awesome, by the way, see Jenni's blog for further information on that topic.
I have hardly been using this, or in fact any computer over the past couple of days, so there have been slim to nil Professor Terror/Robertson updates. No apologies. Whatever. I'll do some this week.
So now one of two things will happen:
- Alissa will come over after work and cheer me up.
- I will whip out my bong and get so stoned I don't even remember what a car is.
Both are good.
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