Biology, physics & chemistry conspiring
Rooney and his pals failed to wop Israel's asses in the World (or is it Euro?) Cup qualifier last night, not that I care. But it did result, as anticipated, in the first communication from My Certain Someone since our New Year's Eve resolution. Exchanging some flip nationalistic football insults set me off pining for some real exchange with him.
It's been a rough few weeks here at heartbreak hotel anyhow, because, with my best interests in mind, Best Pal gave me a book by Paul McKenna (eh? the hypnotist?) a couple of weeks back called How To Mend Your Broken Heart or something. I started doing some of the exercises, the details of which I've since blocked from my memory, but the basic point of which was to start by convincing yourself that breaking up was the right thing to do and that you are better off without him/her. Of course they had the opposite effect and convinced me all the more that, if it wasn't for geography (Tel Aviv-London), biology (his child) and physics (climate change), we would be together. The chemistry we can do.
As I type this, I can't actually remember the last time I spoke to anyone - by vocal chords, I mean, a million emails a day of course - and have a bad feeling I haven't left the house for a week. No wonder I'm out of food and reduced to bringing stale cereal back to life in the oven. Never a good idea for me to work from home for long periods, but poor Andy has been operating on our baby and I'm too squeamish to watch. We were all very proud when the Avid doctor gave us 9 out of 10 for our homemade edit set-up, but pride turned to frustration fairly quickly when the doc concluded that there was therefore no reason at all why our computer is so darn slow. He gave Andy a list of things to eliminate, "not that they'll have any effect", charged us 270 quid and went on his way. Hmmm.
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