Twitter appeared on The One Show today, so I must be just ahead of the trend. I've had my Twitter account for a week. Dave Gorman is the main person worth watching, he seems to have an eye for the interesting as well as valuing the ordinary. I aspire to his busy lifestyle. Twitter will fast become a sales tool, like myspace, but at the moment it feels like I could if I wanted leave a message to a small time star I've never met, and get a reply. To Dave, I mean, not Billy Bragg who has a very corporate Twitter account which I'm shallow enough to follow. I even felt hurt a couple of days ago when a US radio DJ followed me, then cancelled hours after I wrote about my Sunday roast.
Bought new camera and bits for it from Argos. By the time I got home through the rain, it was teatime and I was ashamed that I had spent the money on myself, so I hid it from the family. I also got some jellybeans for Nick for valentines, but feel that it hardly counts at £3.49 against the £200 I spent on myself. I can't remember feeling this way about spending money before, but then, I simply did not earn it this time, not even a bit of it.
Everyone disappeared to their own rooms after tea. They all have colds. I don't. So no chats and no watching TV together. I've been browsing podcasts on I tunes, and playing with Blogger. Can't decide whether to make this diary public. I'm thinking I'll give it a week and see if there's anything I wouldn't want anyone to read. Mood low at the moment so it's not the time for making a decision.
Got no proper writing done today, but may have found a place in London to fix the Minolta. Have to face Coventry town centre tomorrow to bank a cheque and collect the camera. Last two times I've been in I've had what I think may be panic attacks. I don't want to face that if it is the case. I haven't told Nick, although he may have twigged since I got faint in the supermarket and had to get him to pick me up in the car from the post office. Maybe its just physical, low blood pressure they put it down to in pregnancy, at least they did 15 years ago when I was carrying Holly. In my case the idea of low blood pressure is absurd so no worries there. One barometer of the depression is the state of the house. Quite good at the moment, so I must be holding it together, mustn't I?
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