Diary of an up and coming sociopath

On Saturday I woke up at a really ungodly hour. Something like 10am. I remember not having much sleep the prior night, but thankfully I was in a state where I could actually do things like walk and drive, so when I picked Rachel up from outside Oriel, I was pretty certain I wasn’t going to kill anyone. I had to give the car a brief wash before I left, because the trees chose the last day or two as the point where they start dripping all inds of sap and leaves across my vehicle, and when your hand sticks to the door handles and you can’t see out the window properly for the goo, it’s probably a good idea to wipe a bit off, so I filled up the largest jug we had with warmish water and gave the windows and door handles a quick clean. The to Oriel, then to Warwick.

By the time we arrived in Warwick, the weather had become much brighter. The trend continued over the weekend unfortunately, which led to a particularly exhausting and hot drive home. After a brief stay at Nikki’s, we went into Leamington and showed Rach what Fopps are like, then they visited possibly every clothes shop in the town, so in return I took them to Woolworths to look for Transformers and Pokemon toys. We visited Nikki’s mum in the hospital and then I got a McDonalds, since the claim is that chicken Nuggets have been improved. They’re kind of right, since they’re now back to how they were a few years ago, when they were unimproved. I consider this more a return to the status quo, though it’ll probably get me into McDonalds’ with a minutely higher frequency than now. We spent the evening taking in the 6 best friends episodes, 3 of which were thanksgiving episodes. Pretty good, considering we don’t even have that strange excuse for a holiday here. By that time it was about 1am, so we pulled out the Sofa bed for Rachel to sleep in, and laid on it to watch some…Big Brother… I just can’t even stand it this year. I’ve just had enough of the whole thing. I’m actively avoiding it as of now. Anyway, the problem with being in bed is that it sends people to sleep, and everyone had already had a pretty long day. Nikki was the first to actually go to sleep, whether she’s aware of it or not, so soon after that we called it quits and hit the sack. God know I didn’t feel like I was missing any decent TV.

In the morning, I took Jo to choir practise and listened to my new tape, which is filled with the Pixies. I’ve been trying to make a new one solely to make Orpheus available for in-car listening, so I combined that with NME.com’s “Top 20 Pixies songs” list and filled the remainder with some good driving rock. I’ll probably stick it on the mix-tape site thingy at some point. In the afternoon, I went to see Mum and Terry, then to Nan’s for dinner. Rob was ill and Dad was off walking somewhere, so after I’d spent some time at the grandparents’, I got a chunk of meat out of the deal which is going to feed me for a couple of days now. When I got back to Nikki’s, they were all watching Buffy S4 on DVD, and being upset that Oz was leaving, again, as he does every time I watch that episode (Wild At Heart). I was much more impressed with the episode immediately afterwards, “The Initiative”, which I consider a much greater triumph in structure and content, though it does have the really awful line, “It’s like it hurts too much to form words.” Ouch.

Once those episodes were up, I said my goodbyes to my woman and brough Rachel back to Oxford, leaving her at the Angel and Greyhound. I got home and rehydrated myself by drinking my recently bought Vimto, and then spnt the remainder of the evening catching up with the Internet. A pretty crammed weekend, to be honest, so I’m glad I have a bank holiday to recover from it.