A time once travelled

Dear Blog.
I meant to sleep early the other night, around 10 pm, to give justice to the dark-hallow shadows beneath my eyes. I watched Dracula, after watching Wuthering Heights. Didn’t realize it was Wuthering Heights really, I bought the DVD on amazon France, it was called Les Hauts de Hurlevent. Ralph Fiennes. The English Patient guy. More beautiful than Brad Pitt when he plays Vampire.

So after that I watched Dracula, Anthony Hopkins, one of my faves!…turned the TV off half-way. I got scared. My imaginations have the tendency to scare the shit out of my own self. I’m alone. You see. Father and son gone skiing on some snowy mountains called Chamonix. They’ll be back next weekend. I’m alone. The silence in the apartment is so freaking loud, it’s almost deafening! And watching Draku is not such a good idea. But the women. Gosh, they are HOT!

Anyway, I checked amazon.fr again, see what is interesting. According to my budget….
I have to see the Notebook… slept at quarter to 2. Got carried putting on some stuff on amazon’s wish list. For future expenditures!

Woke up today, squinting my eyes to check the red numbers on our digital clock, 5 meters away. 7 A.M. Closed my eyes back, dragging the quilt up to my ears, listening to the footsteps of our neighbours upstairs and running down in my head the-to-do-list-today. Can it be so boring? Forced my eyelids back to sleep.
When I woke up again, the sunlight told me it was way already late. Got up quickly, googled my eyes to the digiclock. 8:45 am. Hmmmm. That’s something. I never woke up so late… unless when I’m sick. And today. I.am.not.

Spent a good 10 minutes looking for my eyeglasses. I keep on losing them these days! Grrr!
While hunting for the bloody glasses, my brain cells were already doing the marathons. Got to pick up the package in the post office, do sewing on few new pairs of jeans, run the rest of the laundry, God why can I never see the bottom of the basket-for-clothes-to-be-ironed! Have to do the groceries, or I’ll starve this week! Should I go to Tang Freres for my asian cuisine? Not important. This week is a microwave week! Need to get an rdv for my eye check! Need to cut my nails! Blah blah!

I on my pc. As soon as the power is on, the humming started, signs of aging, all the antivirus crap pop up, making the machine slower than phil post. I went to the kitchen to make myself coffee and grab a pain au lait. I went back, the pc is still straggling to open a window. God, I need a new pc!

Checked my emails, finally. Shit! Bad news from unknown people in the Phils. One email after another. Bad news after another. Requesting some files. Okay. This is going to be a promising day!
I on hubby’s pc. I needed to scan some files. His pc is privileged to be attached to a printer/scanner. This is discrimination!
Well, he’s got his pc password protected. I would like to think he’s got some kind of secret.
But I know better.
Little hands do wonder from pc to pc these days. Everything has to be proofed. I tried all that came to mind, nothing works. My hubby doesn’t love me anymore; he doesn’t use my name to protect his screen! Howaboutthat!

I emailed his blackberry to get his magic word. Waited for my phone to ring. Tick-tack-tick-tack. Nothing. Email. Nothing. I let out a big sigh and went rummaging my bag to find my celly. Can’t find it. I picked up the fixed line. Dial my own phone. Busy tone! Land line doesn’t work! Bloody orange! When can they ever fix their stupid livebox to make everything works! I rebooted the shittybox, cut off the internet line. Everything went dead!

Dear Blog, from now on, I shall rebaptize the livebox, DEADbox!

No choice, I went for mobile hunt. Why do women’s bags have so many pockets? And inside THE bag, there are more smaller bags!
Found it. Off. Hmmm, no wonder. I called hubby. Can I have the password please? “Well, I’ve been trying to reach you, your mobile is off, and you know, the land line doesn’t work, you need to reboot it!”

Aha, really!?

His pc is worst than mine. I could have reached London by plane, and his pc would still be trying to open a pop up messenger! We both need new bloody pcs!

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While waiting, I did some productive stuff on the net. Such as accepting an invitation (note dated one month and two days) from T to join Shelfari. (I thought it was a girl’s name!).

Then I filled some dire documents. Must-return-date already overdue.

Then did a quick grocery list.

By the time I’ve done all that it was already past noon! I rushed to the post office, came back, and took the shopping cart. Spent a good 70 euros. The only food bought were two frozen pizzas, and four microwaveable food for my lunch. Then realized I got nothing to eat for dinner this coming five nights! I rechecked my grocery list. Where the fuck the 70 euros went! Why do they have so many kinds of cleaning-wipes and liquid soaps! Liquid soap for the hands, liquid soap for clothes, liquid soap for the toilet, liquid soap for the dishes, liquid soap for tiled floors! You know, from where I grew up, we used only one. You buy a tide bar. It cleans everything! And like we didn’t die from it!

Anyway, I had a pizza for lunch. Catching up with hubby and David while munching.
By three pm I attacked the bloody basket! Trying to forget the misery of ironing clothes, I put back on Dracula. Watching it on broad daylight is different from watching it at night. It was less scary. Or maybe because I was just so miserable trying to reach the bottom of the basket, I didn’t really notice the whole vampirish thing!

Then I put on Hannibal Lecter, the Red Dragon to finish off my ironing.
Okay. I’m not really into gory stuff these days, blog. It’s still a combo of Ralph Fiennes and Anthony Hopkins, after all. Plus, there’s Edward Norton. It’s like having a good lamb chops and red wine!

So now, it’s like 10:00 pm. Tummy has been asking dinner. I just don’t know what new “single” people eat! Maybe.pizza.again! Well, at least there’s wine to wash it down!