Out Of My Tree

Today was a day I wish I was different.  Really different.  Like the person across the road.  It wasn’t a ‘bad’ day or anything – it just felt like a day which is going to continue forever.

Yes, this is a bleurghy post and I’m sorry.

While I write this I am frantically searching for  something amusing to end the post with…  but the world is failing me.  The only news I’ve really seen today has been the C-Span DNC coverage on BBC Parliament for about 10 minutes.  I turned over to my news channel of choice (yes, I am a BBC whore) and saw Hillary being jostled while acclaiming (is that right?) Obama to be the nominee – how does that work then?  I know – go google it.  The rest of the news that interested me was the huge and pretty stage Obama will be making his speech from and that nonsense about the ‘disapeared’ millionaire that owes huge wads of cash to everyone and who’s house has burned down.  Oh.  I wonder what happened?

Local news had the World Firefighters Games on for a little bit (loved the New York firefighter that called Liverpool FC ‘Merseyside’ – not really funny – just tickled me a bit.)  Yes, it was a very very very slow news day.

I applied for many more jobs.  Hope is becoming an issue.  I think I may be in a call centre for the period up to Christmas.  I am PRAYING there will be data entry positions available… Shall we just say having dealt with customers at Christmas before and having to call them on the day before Christmas Eve to tell them that their orders will not be arriving has given me an aversion to doing that ever again.

I have lots of ideas in my head about how to kick start my life but finding the energy is awfully hard.  I had to be up this morning and was trying to be awake all day but even after mainlining coffee I still had to have a nap for a couple of hours this afternoon… 5 more weeks until the ‘cortizone’ blood test…

Okay, so not amusing but awwwww… A baby Giant Panda was born on Tuesday at Oji Zoo in Kobe, Japan.  It is the first to be born following successful artificial insemination.  That’s hope for the species right there.

And it’s already got squeaking like a mad thing down perfectly!