One of those days. My brain feels numb, I thought I went to bed early enough last night, but I seem to be mistaken.
Trying to find something to distract myself as I slave away at a spec that (two weeks on) finally seems to be becoming coherent. Nothing seems to be sticking though, as I skip-read over huge amounts of internet information flow that just doesn't mean anything to me.
Erin's at home with the flu, pretending to work while she posts pictures of her butt online. She doesn't sound terribly well, but I'm hoping that she'll be back on her feet tomorrow. She's probably not looking after herself very well, but I'm in position to do anything at all about it.
Lunch with Stephen, Siobhan and Connor in the park. Connor being the sproglet of the first two. He's pretty cute and has bright blue eyes. Very friendly, very playful, pretty quiet (except when he spotted his dad's diet coke). Si was quick to reassure me that he doesn't normally get diet coke, but Stephen is completely incapable of not spoiling him.
My dad asked me yesterday what I want from my birthday (in August). I realised I had no idea - I'd like a new graphics card and a new motherboard and a new processor (about £300 for all three, I think), but not until Christmas, when Doom3 comes out - there's no point before then, as I'm not really playing computer games. I'd kinda like a GameCube - but ditto. A flatscreen would be nice, but I don't really need one.
I seem stuck at the point where I don't really need anything
and have no idea what I want because I don't seem to have the time to want things. I think what I really want is time.
Oh well, over to you:
What do I want for my birthday?