And it ain't me.
I am very annoyed with the courier company who promised to make an effort to deliver my mp3 player at 4pm, the only time I could be here, and in fact attempted to deliver at 09:20. Oh, very well done, City Link. Most impressive. Now I have to go to Eastleigh, apparently, to pick it up, which I can't do since I have no transportation and it's not within walking distance of the train station, the way my health stands currently. So I emailed Jessops and told 'em that it'd be automatically delivered back to them after five days after which they will be returning my money, thank you very much, and I will be shopping elsewhere.
I've been looking forward to that all day, is the thing, and I've been hurting a lot so it was kinda the potential high point, and now it's gone. Dammit. I am a pissed off Nny.
However, two good things: First, I'll be working one on one with an A2 level English Language student, which is the level I'd like to teach and will therefore look good on my uni application plus be valuable experience. Secondly, mum bought me Bill Bryson's latest at a bookfair. So the day ain't so bad as it could be. But I'm still pissed off.
I'm gonna go read more harlequin-style SG:A stories, I think. I mean, seriously, how can you resist cowboy!John and vet!Rodney? Or hostage!John with Rodney as his devastatingly intelligent and strangely attractive kidnapper? Or, oh god, the one with the PRIVATEERS?!
*giggles to self*
I'm a bad person.
