Tuesday, Sept. 01, 2009 - 22:54

One of them days where I got eight or nine things half done. I started with five or so things on my list of stuff to do, and yet finished none of them because of constant interruptions and new priorities and all that. On one hand frustrating, but on the other hand, it kept me busy.

I did have to phone and talk to two or three clients though. They were actually perfectly pleasant, but I just felt a little uncertain and would prefer to remain insulated from such contacts. I suppose it's a natural progression part of my position - I shouldn't complain, as after all I tend to be confident enough talking about stuff I know about.

Plus, my boss said I could have Friday off, which is a massive relief :-)

I had a slightly odd moment a few days ago, forgive me if I've mentioned it before. I was walking home and whilst crossing the road in town saw a woman and her boyfriend crossing in the opposite direction. The woman smiled at me, and it was a smile of recognition, not just a random smile.

Thing is, I couldn't place her. Alas the closest two ideas I had to who she was most likely to be were:- a) a woman I'd slept with, or b) a student I taught.

Let me point out (not that I should need to) that those two groups are completely exclusive of each other! The problem was that the woman was of indeterminite age - she could have been any age between eighteen and twenty-five (which would have fitted with a likely suspect of a woman who I dated a few times and slept with about four years ago when she was nineteen, but also would have fitted the age for someone who was a year eleven or a sixth-former when I was teaching three or four years ago).

The annoying thing was not knowing which of the two she was (and 'cause she had a bloke with her, I couldn't really stop and quiz her), and the inaccuracy of my recollections was somewhat disturbing, because it implied that I was such a slapper (which I am not) as to not remember what the few people I have slept with look like, and/or that I wasn't paying attention to my pupils in all the hours I taught them.

I just found that realisation a bit disturbing. I'm choosing to soften the blow by imagining that since most people (esp. women) change their hair quite frequently, that's why I didn't recognise her.

You know the sugar paper on the bottom of coconut macaroons. You're supposed to eat that, right, not peel it off?

LISTENING TO:- various crap. 'Pig' by Seether is good, even if when it starts I keep thinking it'll be Korn.

Given the choice between fellating Ant and performing the same act on Dec, I'd probably go for the latter. I'd try to keep thoughts of the member having been intimate with Clare Buckfield towards the back of my mind.