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There has to be an easier way of keeping up with everyone's blogs than going to everyone's myspace page and reading them individually. Haha, as I'm writing this, I've just noticed the "My Subscriptions" link on the left of the MySpace page. I guess that's something to do with it.

I love reading blogs. I've got a LiveJournal and have a fair few people on my "read" list. I wish everyone had their blogs syndicated so that I could just read them all together.

I spent all of last week in bed, sick. I managed to pick up some stupid flu thing and it knocked me out from Monday afternoon to Friday. I'm glad my doctor signed me off for the entire week and also that Sanjay was such a nazi about me staying home. Spending the time to really recover was a good idea, and I am feeling a lot better for it now. There were times, however, that I wished I had a laptop so I could watch movies while I was in bed.

Right now I am at work running a report I do each day. It's rather time consuming and the tool I use for it has a tendency to take its time, so I end up needing to do things in between each section so as not to get bored. Usually I end up bugging Sanj on MSN, but I feel guilty about doing that sometimes because, ya know, he needs to work too. I could take the time to actually discuss issues with my immediate colleagues, but that would require me to actually give a huge shit about my work and want to get into all that. Ahhh, apathy, how I love thee.

Lately I have been running YouTube in the background and listening to music (videos) and such. Today I'm listening to Geriatric1927's "Telling It All" videos. He's a fascinating man, and it's quite interesting listening to his life experiences. (Link to his videos here: http://www.youtube.com/user/geriatric1927) I'd very much like to do something similar with my grandparents, because I am sure they have much to discuss and much to tell us. It's a shame I'm on the other side of the world, but perhaps it's something I can convince them to do. My mother's mother has been taking computer lessons, so perhaps that's something she will be able to do herself. If she's so inclined.

So I'm looking for a new apartment. Well, by "looking for" I mean "wanting". I'd like something slightly bigger (well, tbh, I'd like something a lot bigger, but let's be realistic here) and with an actualproper kitchen so I can get back to cooking (currently I have a small kitchen with enough room for a sink and an oven and that's about it).

Finding a good apartment in Versailles isn't so easy. A lot of them are in old buildings, so you have to be really really careful when visiting to check on the plumbing and the insulation and the blahblahblah *snore*.Just the thought of having to do all of that makes me cry on the inside, but I really do want a bigger place! Someone wanna find a place for me? I'll pay in Starbucks. ;)

I bought myself one thing in Sweden

I have Tirian this weekend, and am about to take him to a birthday party. This meant a quick shop for an 8 year old girl and to be honest, I was at a bit of a loss as to what to buy. She's getting a journal, a jewellry box and some beads to make a necklace. God, I hope she's not a tomboy.

Work is hectic at the moment, with so much going on I'm coming home so tired. But you know, given the recent problems I've been having - it's actually really great that things are happening like this. Could I be getting some of that motivation and energy back? Time will tell.

More of an update to come with lots of juicy details, but I will end with this truth:

Untangling a Slinky is pure hell.

Hello fair reader (of which the population = 0) yet another episode of "Rinny writes in her blog which really is just for herself". I mean, honestly, who reads this stuff? Okay so there's some pretty good blogs out there with interesting content, or controversial content, but who has a real interest in the personal blogs? I seriously think that unless you're a celebrity or a web-lebrity (like Tila Tequila, for example), no one is going to want to read what you have to say.

I see this on YouTube. There's a mini-community of celebrities there - mostly young women who are rather adept at looking doe-eyed on camera and talking in a, like, I dunno, kinda sweet and little voice, and like, getting some kinda sympathy from you guys, you know? Sure, they're often accused (perhaps rightly so) of being attention whores, but by these accusations, aren't their critics urging them on?

To be honest, I have no idea where I'm going with these thoughts. I guess the bottom line is - I don't feel as comfortable as I used to writing about what my life is like. I'm not uncomfortable in giving the details, I just fail to see the point. My life really is wake up, go to work, work, eat lunch, work, come home, relax, sleep. Every now and then I might add a "go to cinema" or "go play cards", and every 2nd weekend it's "have my son" but apart from that, it's like anyone else's life. Anyone who's a middle-class professional, that is.

So, just to recap for those mildly interested, lately I've been working, sleeping, eating, working, having Tirian over on the weekend and occasionally going to the cinema.

I also got myself a new PC yesterday, Athlon 64 3800+, 2 gig RAM, Geforce 7900

I'm rather happy with it.

It's been a month since I quit smoking. :)

Since when does having to push the button back up to stop the toilet flushing mean it is "working as intended"?

Haha my insurance are going to love this. Haha my landlord is going to get an earful since I told him about it not working properly and actually leaking 3 weeks ago. Haha why am I not surprised that it caused water damage to my neighbours downstairs.

Do ye think that if I bake them cookies, they might not be so angry? My neighbours, I mean. Not the landlord.

Oh, I'm back from Sweden and already I am stressed... 20 minutes after walking in the door. GO TEAM FRANCE! I'm glad I had a week of relaxation to prepare me for this shitball.

Okay okay, so I'm tired and cranky and not taking this well, but when I tell my landlord 3 weeks ago about a leaking toilet, and show the damned thing to him, I kinda expect him to do something about it urgently. I guess hygeine doesn't mean too much around here. Oh wait, what am I talking about, c'est la France! Drench everything in perfume and it's All. O. Kay.™

Now I am too scared to take a fucking shower in case it causes a torrential rain downstairs. Time to unpack and head to bed, methinks.

Oh and, go on. And don't be a pussy, put your name. I promise I won't yell. :)

Good Lord, what a day. Meeting after meeting after meeting. That's Monday's for you, but today was a bit over-the-top, all the same. Still, a lot of good work done, and some good solid foundations for me to move forward with my main project at this time.

I didn't get out of the office until 10pm though.

Dinner consisted of a bowl of porridge and tea. It's all I could manage to keep down, but the tea did a world of good.

I have tomorrow and Wednesday off work, so Ugo and I are going to go into Paris and wander around. I have a book about secret and quirky locations in Paris, so we'll go check some of those out. I also need to pick up some VTES cards (mmm, geeky retail therapy). I'm looking forward to the small amount of time off, it's a nice build-up to the week I'm taking off pretty soon. (Got to do things incrementally, you know.)

Right now I'm watching Time Team. Bloody fascinating stuff. I've wanted to see it for years, but as I live in Le Pays des Grenouilles (The Land of Frogs) it just wasn't happening. Managed to procure myself some episodes, and the history nerd in me is very happy with this, indeed.

Back to it, I go!

Fuck it.

Today was a lovely day. I slept in until stupid PM (which is always good on a Sunday) and then lazily drove Ugo to work at 4pm. I popped into Ikea in Velizy to pick up some bits and bobs (new curtains for my living room - white, as I felt the dark red was making the room appear to dreary. I moved the red into the bedroom as they are very good at blocking out the light; some small Pyrex oven dishes; a bathroom shelf which I'll need to install at some point; some mirrors with adhesive at the back to replace the shitty small mirror I have in the bathroom; some pillow cases for my 55 pillows (slight exaggeration, I think I have 6); and of course some Pepparkakor and Cinnamon Rolls.

After the shopping trip (which did actually result in me wanting to fong everyone there due to their stupidity and the fact that they kept just stopping in the middle of the walkway) I went by the pool hall to meet up with some people from work. A nice little gossip session with Hester ensued, and that lifted my spirits considerably. Confirmation of gossip with Thomas resulted in some disappointments but I am sure he was telling porkies anyway as he knows Hester and I would spread what we think is the truth like wildfire.

Came home and made myself some dinner. Lamb chops, pasta and veg. Lovely. I'm now settling in with a cup of tea and a few episodes of Time Team to see me through the evening.

I must say that I was shocked to read about the torching of the embassies in Lebanon and Syria. How can that kind of reaction be justified ever? I'm sure Mohammed had a sense of humour, hell he'd have to in order to put up with the antics some of his followers seem to enjoy. If he could see all of this now, I am sure he'd bring the almighty smackdown with him and say "Right, everyone just needs to CALM THE FUCK DOWN". (J-Christ too, come to think of it. I bet he's hanging with Mohammed and they're both like "What in the motherfucking fuck of all that is good and holy are those assholes doing down there"? "You fly with this, Mohammed?" "Hell no, dawg, this shit be whack." "Word.")

Take a deep breath, crazy Muslims, have a cuppa, chill out.

Oh and to any fundamentalist Christians saying "See? The Muslims r teh EVIL", shut the fuck up and back off. This is nothing to do with you and your "input" is not required at this point in time.

There is no "I" in team, but there is "mental" in fundamentalist.

But I don't waaaaaaaaaant to turn 29!!!!! *cry*

The diet goes out the window for 24 hours in 2 days, that's for sure. I'll need all the fucking chocolate I can get.