A Bit Shit

I'm sure that the twos of people who read my blog have been quite appalled at the lack of posting over the Christmas period. It is shocking I know, but the truth is that I spend so long at the computer for annoying work-related things that I cannot be arsed to use the computer for fun things any more. The only exception is when MuleBoy and I have a row about what actor appeared in which film and we have to check IMDB.

So I apologise for not updating before and I hope that you all had a good Christmas and New Year. I had an ace one, particularly as I spent all last week at home doing very little and feel rested now for the first time in a really long time. It's my longest holiday since last Christmas! I've been making do with long weekends here and there, which are lovely but haven't eased the ridiculous sense of fatigue that I've been feeling.

Don't get me wrong though. I still didn't want to come back and actually had a tantrum yesterday morning when the MuleBoy tried to make me leave the Playstation and get on with something a bit more constructive. The main thing that bothers me is that we've spent two weeks together, pretty much all day, every day, and it has been awesome. Going back to seeing each other briefly in the evenings as we get on with all the other stuff that we commit ourselves to is difficult. Ah, well, such is life, I suppose. I wonder if I could persuade him to stay under my desk on the days when he doesn't have lectures, hmm...

In other news, it was great catching up with family and seeing friends over Christmas. Many board games were played and I decided that I will refuse to play Trivial Pursuit in the future. Mum and Dad's needs updating and the Millennium one that the MuleBoy's Mum has doesn't make any sense. Also, playing it with my Granny is a pain in the arse as she generally accuses other teams of cheating. In one particularly weird instance, Beanpole and I were having an argument because he'd given an answer, but not a final definitive answer, that I'd accepted and he said that I shouldn't have done because tactically I should have let them carry on and convince themselves out of the answer, to which I was pretty much just saying "but I said you were right" in a confused fashion and was then told by my Grandmother that I was a bad loser. I blame the excessive amount of cheese being consumed. I got to watch a lot of classic films, including National Lampoon, which wasn't too unbearable from my freak's perspective. MuleBoy still hasn't watched It's A Wonderful Life (next year, next year) but I managed to get him to watch The Princess Bride which he had avoided because of the genre. I think it was all of the best of... lists it appeared in over the festive period and Christopher Guest that swung it. Embarrassingly enough, the confrontation between Inigo and Count Rugen still makes me cry and I have seen it so many times. I ate masses of food (who didn't, lets face it) but was halted by MuleBoy the food nazi, protector of my weight loss. Thank God he's there but I still resent it. It's like he's my external willpower and I'm his external memory. I got lots of lovely presents and managed to stretch out the enjoyment of receiving until last Friday when I went out and used all my vouchers. Big Sis and husband Beanpole (I expect a suggestion if you don't like it, Beanie) gave me a voucher for a massage and I went and got pummelled on Friday morning, then popped into Chi and went and spent my Dotty P and Monsoon vouchers. The latter was the most fun as DP vouchers went on the necessary jeans as my old ones look slightly ridiculous as a result of weight loss (hoorah, although muted as I have WeightWatchers this evening and ate like a pig over Crimbo). But in Monsoon I tried on pretty dresses I could nearly afford and lots of other fancy, floaty things. I said no, after about a half-hour of prancing around the dressing room, to a beautiful dress that was Titania-esque and picked a fluffy angora and silk top in the most gorgeous shade of green and lots of nice jewellery instead. I love clothes, can you tell?

Jeezy Creezy, what a long post. Je suis fatigue.