Slept like dog shit. My chest was tight due to hayfever and dust and I couldn't breathe proper. Melissa, for once, got a slightly better nights sleep than me.
Work was wonderfully productive today. Got loads of stuff done and didn't fall asleep at my desk.
This evening we went to Liverpool, Melissa to her friend Jessica's and me to my mate Stew's house. We watched some Family Guy and I was introduced to the horror that is Geordie Shore. I have honestly never seen such a vapid and vacuous turd of a TV programme in my entire life. It's basically, from what I could tell through my tears of rage, a fly on the wall documentary about 8 mentally retarded 'Geordies' who fuck each other, and then talk about it. They seem to get drunk frequently, between fucking, and then... I don't really know. I think that's it. No story. No plot. Stew couldn't give me any more of a synopsis, though he'd only seen it once before (I doubt watching a whole series would (have/of) helped. It's become one of the core reasons I don't watch TV.
During the second half of that abysmal shite Melissa called and I went quickly to pick her up. We saw Canada geese.
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| Tim, Emma and Ashley. |
Melissa is currently trying on dresses for the many wedding's we're set to attend this summer while I drink a beer and listen to some tunes.
Hopefully I'll get an early night and we'll both get a good nights sleep.
See you tomorrow!
