"What else shall I be?"

I'm still on a vague high. Doing what I do, I never get awards for anything.
Anyway. Have watched Notting Hill, again. It's a proper British film, I think, lots of tea, sarcastic wit, and Hugh Grant. What more do you need?
Tomorrow, I have to get up before ten. And it's not even because of Em and her bloody early-birdedness. It's because I'm going to town with Becca, and I do want to see her, I haven't seen her in long time and she's my best friend.
It's strange. I can never relax in the company of the school-y people I know. But somehow with Em, Clare and Hannah, I ended up getting pefectly relaxed, being myself and not having to get at all drunk (three units is not drunk, so fuck me).
Anyway. Getting up early or not, I'm not going to bed now. I watched Enterprise today - the ep called Civilisation, and even though the synopsis sounded crap, it was actually very, very good, though not enough of Trip and Malcolm. Trip is extremely whumpable - that Southern drawl... "I was a perfect gentleman...."
Then there's Malcolm Reed, who I would whump, but I really feel I shouldn't whump anyone with the same accent as me. That would be... difficult.
I wonder what we're going to do tomorrow. At least I'll have someone to buy sandwiches with.
I think I just might write something now. It's something to do while I wait for myself to fall asleep.

"What else shall I be? All apologies."

American muffins

Oh, holy crap. Once again, it is two in the morning. If I want to be at Blundellsands for... um... 1.07pm, I have to get up in... seven hours. And I won't fall asleep, I know I won't.
I have to go to bed now. Much as I don't want to.
And I'm hungry. And suffering from extreme PMT. Yuk-yuk.
Becca is not going to like me tomorrow. And why does Em have to be in fucking Belgium? The Grand Prix is all very well, but then Kimi Raikonnen's car blew up and took with it her reason for living....
Why am I writing about Kimi Raikonnen? I have to go to bed! And I should stop trying to write anything.
Oh, God, I'm hungry. Starving, despite the fact I ate a plate of pasta and two people's shares of strawberries only three hours ago. All we have to eat are those godawful American muffins. And I am sick of moaning about the lack of food in this house.
And here we go again.
And I have to phone fucking BTopenworld Technical Support tomorrow. If I don't, the hospital will refuse to pay for the broadband connection.
Godammit, I'm going to bed.

The city on the edge of forever

I shouldn't be online. I've just read thirty friends entries mainly focusing on the for-and-against for slash writing.
I do wish people would realise it is not okay being rampantly homophobic, just as it is not okay being sexist or racist.
I know all about racism; but I guess people will be homophobic for years to come. Not everyone is young, liberal, and tolerant. Although, most people who spend enough time online to know about slash tend to be young and liberal - just a thought.
Well, in reading that argument, I am now late. Becca is used to that. I'll have to decide what to wear - and it's ten past twelve already!
( Conversation with a slash writer )

Now I must phone BT. Not that I want to. And get dressed. And find something to wear!

It's a long strange ride

Went out with Becca today, went to town but didn't buy anything. Not one thing, except lunch, of course. It was good, as we spent ages in Starbucks talking about not very much. Got home, and found her postcard from France had arrived, two weeks after she did. And I quote:

To Iona,
I have sent you a very pretty bookmark that you will use wisely! Having a lovely time, seen the D-Day landings on utah beach, and the Bayeux Tapestry. The weather is lovely and I am needlessly giving myself skin cancer, apparently. I will see you when I get back, missing your sarcastic comments, all I have is my Dad saying, "Je ne suis pas le fenetre!"
Love from Becca

No need to worry about bookmarks any more, it seems. Em is back, and was actually on tv, in the background as they interviewed Kimi Raikonnen(!) They also lost their car, which I'm not sure I understand...
I've decided to keep a proper writing journal. It's something I really should do. This livejournal has proved I can keep a diary, so my clear notebook deserves to be put to use.

Geeky thoughts

It may sound geeky, but I'd like to take a minute to talk about M*A*S*H... again. Of course it's funny.... it's very funny... and sweet.... Hawkeye/Trapper smarm makes me melt into a gooey heap on the floor.
But there are times when it's not funny, but dark. Really, really dark. I was watching an ep just now - I started watching it in the middle, so all I know is people are giving blood and there are scores of wounded, while they're running out of thread and all manner of surgical paraphenahlia. Frank tells Hawkeye he is certifiably insane, so Hawk starts a tirade on the futility of the war and pointlessness of it. The patient he's just been working on goes into cardiac arrest, and Hawkeye saves his life.... only for the guy to die four hours later. Cue the darkness... he just sits there in the middle of the OR, crying, while the resident psychiatrist is working on the wounded guy behind him. He goes back in to work, and then Henry has to make a decision - save one guy, who will need eight hours work and countless units of blood, or save lots of them, who need less work and blood? They fade out then, so you expect comic relief, but the last scene has no dialogue at all, apart from over the PA, someone saying all personnel can stand down. It just shows Hawkeye falling asleep in the OR, on one of the tables, absolutely covered with blood. It's really disturbing. The ep is good, with all the freefall M*A*S*H craziness, but so dark and deeply disturbing.
Of course, it is also this ep where Hawkeye informs all the doctors and nurses at large that as blood soaks through every layer of clothing you've got, he doesn't wear any underwear while in surgery. So I may be wrong.