I'm still lying in my bed (finishing the final Buffy Book) when the yearly neighbourhood festivities are starting: I can hear a familiar piece of music in the distance and when the marchingband (and dancers) pass beneath my window, I remember why it is making me feel a little peculiar: it's 'On Broadway' and the same music is being played during the cheerleaderperformance in 'American Beauty'. What a way to start the day:)
I had a lot of plans, but didn't get to do everything on my list. I did buy groceries and also found a videotape (Serendipity) and a dvd (2 movies with Jack Nicholson: Prizzi's Honor & Little Shop Of Horrors) that I just had to buy for only 2.99 each.
On the attic I discovered more pictures had fallen of the sliding doors, that sticky gum is really useless, so I nailed all the movie-photo's to the wall (had to use a hammer to teach 'm to stay there now;) After that I started on the rest of the ceiling, I got half way and then I 'had to' go downstairs to watch the ten meter jump... Not that I'm particularly interested in that sport, but this morning I'd noticed a tasty contestant, who might actually win a medal, so I became interested;) It was supposed to start at 8 pm, but the athletics-tournement was more important, so I had to wait until 10 pm for the BBC to show the final in the swimmingpool. Until then I spent time chanelsurfing (the program 'Who's for dinner' with Gert Jan Dröge at a fictional dinertable with Paul de Leeuw turned out to be quite boring). Between all the other jumpers 'my discovery' (the Canadian) was the only attractive guy (very cute hair including sideburns, yum) but looks weren't enough en because of nerves he ruined his last jump, while the others landed in the water perfectly, so he finished in fourth place, now I still didn't get to see him smile :-(
To end the day with some comfortable tv, I stay up for West Wing at 11 pm...

Au-au-au-au-au, my muscles ache with a capital P, so of course today I had an asignment that required sitting down behind my Mac all day. Usually those are my favourite jobs (no moving, concentrating on designing) but now, when I finally get up for a break or to get a print, my legs (and I) are not enjoying the moment: aaaaaaargh, au-au-au-au. Why did I exercise so gruesomely last wednesday. Okay, I know why: to impress the substitute trainer (very cute *g*) and TG it worked, so at least I have his compliment (and smile;) to remember while I'm in pain (small comfort;)
Some good news: my wages finally arrived on my account, woohoo, so I could -again finally- buy some toiletpaper (...;) Besides getting usefull groceries I also went a little wild funshopping in smaltown Dedemsvaart (it's possible) and bought a shirt (that I still have to try on for size) lamps (for the outside of my attic-door) en rechargeable batteries (I already decided to return the recharger and buy the cuter, but more expensive one (don't ask: I can change my mind:-p)
Spent the night on the couch, chanelsurfing and watching CSI (first season) on RTL5: mwoah, the story was too serious for my taste (and was also dissapointed that punky researcher Erik Whatshisname wasn't in the episode)
Too tired to watch a semi-artistic movie with JJLeigh and E Stolz, oh well.
I hope I'm able to move again when I wake up tomorrow (haha)

CamdenMarket, a picture to test BloggerBot
(have to practise this some more...;)