Monday 31.8.09

Bank Holiday Monday, so Nick has been at home. I have to admit, I've spent a lot of the day sleeping so that I didn't wake up in time to make dinner. We went out for takeaway at KFC, which I've been obsessing about. It's finger lickin' good, must be the secret blend of herbs and spices. Or, it could be the fat, salt, and tiny chickens. I know it's not a good thing at all, and yet I crave it. Having had a plateful, I wanted another. My jeans are a bit tight too. What's that about? It would be too spooky if there was a connection. I know there can't be because chicken breast and sweetcorn are so good for you. Truly, the only thing about KFC that makes my soul feel bad is that it comes in plastic carrier bags. Madness in Colonel Sanders' name.

I've also been trying to find myself something to study part time at college as a warm up to (hopefully) uni next year. I has thought I would do a couple of AS levels but at over £500 each, it seems like too much money to invest. I'm having trouble understanding which computer courses might be useful, but this seems like a possibility. I also fancy finishing my BSL that I started pre-illness. Mainly though, I want something to get me back into the habit of writing essays. As usual, I've left it late and it's make your mind up time.

I've also looked in my diary to see that there are lots of nice treats coming up. Dave Gorman next weekend, Stuart Lee soon. I also bit the bullet and bought one ticket for Tim Minchin at Warwick Arts Centre. It was the last one left, and expensive. I'll have to go on my own but think it will be Ok high up in the newly built gallery of the Butterworth Theatre. I think his audience is likely to be fairly young, but still, I want to go. Hope Nina isn't too jealous, I haven't told her yet.

Nina is fine. She's enjoying Skegness, in a caravan with A and his family. H's friend went home on the last train to Brighton. I was more gruff than I should have been, but worry that it's a late train for a girl to get, the train system tends not to be too good on a holidays and connections go awry. She said her Mum was OK with it, and hey, it's not my kid.

There's a lot that should be done. Let's see where tomorrow leads.