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Jenny Was A Friend of Mine
Jan. 8th, 2007 11:56 amAs the house fiasco continues, my opinion is gradually coming round to that of Mr Woodhouse's; that I'm screwed. All I can do at the moment is wait for nothing to happen, which is an odd kind of situation in which to find yourself. When nothing happens by the end of February, I can do things again. Such as, start from scratch. Slightly irritating, but it's what I expect in the grand scheme of house-buying things.
Perhaps it's more than slightly irritating, because my normal reaction to these kind of setbacks is to spend money. And this morning I kind of decided to buy a car. Which is quite a bit of money to spend just to make me feel a bit better.
Well, no, I really do need a new car, and two trips to Stansted and back confirmed this fact. (49 minutes one way, an hour and a half on the way back. Is the Blackwall Tunnel northern approach narrower?) The car goes fine, but, well, it's old, and basic.
I'll probably plump for a three-year-old Nissan Almera, more out of laziness than anything else. I like its anonymity, it costs less than six grand, it's meant to be reliable, and it's a hatchback so it will be useful for shifting stuff if and when I ever get to be owner of the whole house.
The cold continues to wreak havoc on the Birks immune system. I had intended to watch the back-to-back episodes of Jane Eyre last night, but I went to bed instead. At least it means that I'm waking up in the morning feeling, well, awake. Unfortunately, it doesn't alter the fact that I feel like shit. The one compensation is that, when I was drinking, I felt like this every morning, until I'd had a drink, that is.
I hate to say this, but I'm enjoying my cards at the moment. One-tabling at $1-$2 6-max while watching TV, or reading the paper, is a pleasant way to pass the time. Three-tabling $2-$4 at Party against the same old hacks (I can beat them, but it's no fun) is just like another job.
I may shift over to some 6-max 50c-$1 on Party, and build myself back up the stakes trail there. There seems to be more life left in 6-max than there is full-ring, that's for sure.
Perhaps it's more than slightly irritating, because my normal reaction to these kind of setbacks is to spend money. And this morning I kind of decided to buy a car. Which is quite a bit of money to spend just to make me feel a bit better.
Well, no, I really do need a new car, and two trips to Stansted and back confirmed this fact. (49 minutes one way, an hour and a half on the way back. Is the Blackwall Tunnel northern approach narrower?) The car goes fine, but, well, it's old, and basic.
I'll probably plump for a three-year-old Nissan Almera, more out of laziness than anything else. I like its anonymity, it costs less than six grand, it's meant to be reliable, and it's a hatchback so it will be useful for shifting stuff if and when I ever get to be owner of the whole house.
The cold continues to wreak havoc on the Birks immune system. I had intended to watch the back-to-back episodes of Jane Eyre last night, but I went to bed instead. At least it means that I'm waking up in the morning feeling, well, awake. Unfortunately, it doesn't alter the fact that I feel like shit. The one compensation is that, when I was drinking, I felt like this every morning, until I'd had a drink, that is.
I hate to say this, but I'm enjoying my cards at the moment. One-tabling at $1-$2 6-max while watching TV, or reading the paper, is a pleasant way to pass the time. Three-tabling $2-$4 at Party against the same old hacks (I can beat them, but it's no fun) is just like another job.
I may shift over to some 6-max 50c-$1 on Party, and build myself back up the stakes trail there. There seems to be more life left in 6-max than there is full-ring, that's for sure.
