taimatsu | ramble

Went to see Ocean's 11 at the UPP with Chris yesterday. It was cool, I'm realy glad I saw it, and I'm so grateful to Chris for coming along - it's just not the same without someone to bounce at afterwards. Real star-studded cast, fabulous performances, and a plot that actually did have me pretty much engrossed all the way through. Plus some very nice camerawork in places.

This morning, though, I woke up at 5am feeling nauseous, with a sore throat. I spent half an hour rummaging for painkillers, and eventually unearthed some soluble aspirin, which I hate, but drank anyway. It worked, I got about an hour of extra sleep before my alarm, and I actually managed to be fairly sane and normal at work. I've even got started on sorting the utility bills, which is a job that's been hanging over me for a while. I can still feel something is wrong with my throat, but I bought some ibuprofen earlier and took a couple at work, so it's not too bad. I'm just a bit tired.

Oh yes, I bought piles of fruit too - I suspect one reason I'm feeling run-down is that I haven't been shopping recently and had totally run out of fresh fruit and veg - not eaten almost any for three days or so, which is very unusual for me. Now, though, I have grapes, cherries, satsumas, apples, two kinds of tomatoes - I think this is pretty good going.

I still don't know what I'm doing tomorrow - Pride or the zoo. I have heard back from my old friend William, who says he might well go but is annoyingly non-specific about it. Knowing him, I don't want to risk making loads of preparations (Yuricon banner and flyers, outfit, etc.) and then not have it happen after all - or, worse still, get there and then find he's changed his mind or his plans or something. All very confusing. If I haven't heard by about 4 I might try phoning his mother to get a contact number for him.

I saw a play review in the Daily Information today which looks rather interesting. It's 'I Have Before Me a Remarkable Document Given To Me By a Young Lady From Rwanda' by Sonja Linden, at the Burton Taylor only till tomorrow. Rave reviews, probably sold out. I'm interested in seeing it (I've decided I ought to DO more STUFF, since I'm in Oxford, cultural mecca and all-round fabby place to be, and never take advantage of it) but then again, I was awake at 5 this morning, and I can feel a headache starting. And it means making a phonecall to check tickets.

Why do I hate making phonecalls so much? Surely it's not normal?