Another jolly Life recap

Dear Diary,

It really is getting quite boring just listing what happens to me all the time - as I imagine it is for you dear reader, as well. But truth be told, in my boring old life, this is all I CAN do. I almost wish I was back to being "Bad Kat" again, just so I'd have a hilarious/controversial/wrong anecdote to share, like in the good old days. BUT I suppose when I was back in that period, I was being all self-destructive, or whatever you'd call it that isn't quite so dramatic. Oh, I don't know.

So let's see - what has happened in the world of Kat lately?


Tuesday I went to the usual pub quiz with Anne and her parents. Fun old times. And when I say that, I mean I wanted to rip my own hair out. She REALLY needs to learn the art of polite conversation - at least I know when to shut the hell up about something that's not remotely interesting. Well, SOMETIMES, anyway......

Wednesday I had my usual pub shift. Shaun, Mum and I went to visit Grandma during the day which was awesome. I taught Shaun some Sign Language and we got in trouble for playing in Grandma's bedroom (there's something about visiting Grandma that just makes us regress to our childhoods)

Thursday Shaun dragged me out of bed at 7am to go for a run. I wanted to crack his head open. Ran 3 times round the block, I nearly collapsed and died - and was truly ashamed at how little I could actually run before wanting to stop. Had to practically be fork-lifted into the shower, where I lay gasping like a fish and sweating like a paedo in a playground. Hours later (which is roughly how long it took to pull myself together) I met Lisa in town for some shopping and lunch. Oh, and we went to see the NEW HARRY POTTER FILM!! Two words (or letters): 3-D. Best. Experience. EVER. The titles floated off the screen at us, the Death Eaters gave me motion sickness as they flew through London, and as Harry stood in Slughorn's house, I could practically reach out and grab him by the skinny wizard man-handles.

On a not-so-pleasant note - Joe rejected my invitation to hang out in the evening, claiming he had to work late. Which was the ONLY text he sent me all day (I'm demanding, I know). And then I got an email reply off the perfect job I was certain I'd get - the company Joe works for that I applied for after the ritualistic burning? Yeah. Two rejections in one day. That didn't feel terrific.

Friday Shaun made me do a horrific abs work-out routine which damn near killed me. But today soon picked up when I cooked tea - Mussell and Dill spaghetti topped with two juicy king prawns. Yeah, motherfucker! I really should cook more often. Mum didn't seem to enjoy it, but everything she does annoys the hell out of me these days, anyway.
Joe didn't text me at all today. I got all huffy and assumed he's fallen out with me, especially when he deigned to text, only to tell me he's had a banging headache all day. But he sounded alright when I rang him this evening, and even more shocking - seemed up for hanging out tonight! Things had better pick up, I don't like being Paranoid-Girlfriend. Although it comes surprisingly easy to me......

Is this what it's like for everyone?

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