sleepy afternoons

Its 4.30 and I'm feeling dozy. The Boy is beside me playing GTA: Vice City on his PS2, and I've just finished reading this month's Q, which has the 1010 songs that you must own in it. Some of it was informative, I guess , but man would I be pissed if I didn't already own an iPod. It's totally dedicated to it now. So sad. I mean, sad for everyone who doesn't have one yet. Their time will come.

I start work next Monday, which should be exciting. Well, I hope I do. I have to receive all my confirmation stuff from Halifax still. In the meantime, I am planning my new workwear wardrobe - lots of sexy trousers and smart tops. I always plan this sort of thing, and then end up wearing the most boring "smart trousers and long sleeved top" thing. Boo! It was the same when I went to Chapel Hill. I thought I was going to be so sexy-wexy. So not true. Ha ha.

I was planning on taking The Boy to Dublin tomorrow, but his hatred of cities and crowded places has made me rethink that plan, and now I don't have a clue what I am going to do with him. Go to the beach probably. Something like that anyway.

Ma's home. Better help her make dinner. The Boy is trying to make me go to the gym. I don't think so! Man, I used to be so fit and sexy. What happened?