Fuck, not another one

Igby
Originally uploaded by Sprout appreciation.

Well heres the little guy now. I'm getting so boring about him I think I might create a newsletter to send around everyone :-)

time flies

My name is Beca and I blog...

I just realised how long its been since I blogged. (hehe that sounds like something you would need a support group for!)
Anyway, I thought I would blog a bit.
THe picture is one I took at the bus stop this morning. I was feeling good and liked the little bud.
So yesterday I decided I was bored and needed to read more. Luckly Amazon had delivered my 'Whiskey sour' book (J.Konrath) and I could get reading!
Managed to get through Whiskey Sour in about 2 hours. It was great and I thought maybe I'll read 'Bloody Mary' (same author) 2 hours later I was looking for something else to do. Fantastic books, really really good,enjoyable, gripping etc, but my brain was starved of reading stuff and really hammered through them. I had planned on them both lasting a couple of days- what to do now....

Update

Not that anyone but me cares but Igby is doing fantastically well. He's growing constantly and its a real joy to see him shlomping around his rapidly shrinking tank.
I've posted more pictures on my flickr account if you wanted to see him.

Across the divide(r)

I think I'm starting to irritate the guy who sits across from me at work. He's a biologist/gardener/nature lover and he's great for questioning about things.
I think my questions across our little blue divider are starting to annoy.I asked him if I was annoying him but he was like "No, not at all" but I don't know if he was being polite or what.
I have to sit in the same place for like, 7 hours a day. I can't remain silent constantly!! Maybe he'll snap and beat me with a observer book of fungus.

top notch

Life is feeling pretty spanky just now. I seem to have hit a groove and I'm a chuffed bunny. Still skint (where does the cash go??) but I get paid in 8 days so it all isn't seeming too bad.
I have also developed empathy with the ebay obsessives. I ordered a few things and realised that the rush of the little parcels arriving is great. My postman knocks the door now and I have it open before his knuckles have left the woodwork. For ME?? Bliss!

I hope you are all well, in your respective abodes/places of work/cells.
Till next time
Beca
PS I hope this isn't too annoying but I've had to turn word verification on for the comments. Blame the Pissy spammers. Sorry!

hiya bud

Just before I leave my work, ill.
Russ got back last night from chicago and brought me a book, a mug and some sort of cold/flu!
I'm off home sick.Bleuh!

Ughhhhhh

Jeez.

I'm so tired today. Fuck knows how I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep at night and all but I just don't feel like I've had any rest at all. I feel like I'm drunk. I just wanna sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Gimmie a 'C' please Bob...

So I'm gonna go play bass with a new group later on today. I'm quite nervous. I think I'm a bit slack on the bass just now, I panic too much when I'm playing.
I like the guitarist who invited me along, Bob, so being bad in front of him will be fucking knarly.
On a plus note (Boom tish!) I got some strap locks yesterday so I'm very chuffed that in the middle of playing something my bass isn't gonna suddenly thud onto the floor like a bit of cheap plywood. That 'thud' noise can have me waking up in a cold sweat at night. There is also a really wierd feeling that goes along with that, usually in the middle of something good my bass suddenly becomes ,like, weightless. And I feel like I'm in slow motion and go "waaaaaaaaaaa!" THUMP. Then everyone else gets that little 'o' shaped mouth like a porn video and I look at them with big wide eyes and then down at my stricken bass lying there and then I grab it like a mother clutching a road accident kid. And I cry. :-)
I'm in a rough position that I think a lot of people get into, if I break my bass I seriously couldn't afford to get a new one. I doubt I could afford to get it fixed realistically. So I buy strap locks.

where has the badger gone?

Well, for those of you who keep up with these blogs, you'll know that he's off to chicago Today, For those of you who don't read the blogs that was a great inclusive fact laden sentence above.
In fact I think he's already gone, cos he's leaving on a jet plane, don't know when he'll be back again!!!! Actually, Monday around 2pm.
So Scotland is currently Russless. Its strange knowing he's not around but I hope He's having a great time. He's getting to do some kind of panel discussion on short story writing, which is further up his alley than some copulating drunks. Personally I'm hoping for freebies. Even the complimentary mint from his pillow would do.
So when he comes back were off out in the bonny city of Glasgow for some beer and a chance for Russ to Pass out from jet lag and spend his waking moments saying "and then.... and then....."
Safe home Ruski!