Titian

Pedar wants to go to London to see the Titian exhibition at the National Gallery. At least, I think it's the National Gallery. Not quite sure. Anyway, I'm all for it - I like the paintings, myself, and an exhibition's an exhibition - so we are all three going to London for four days at the end of April. I have to go back to school on the first of May, which is slightly galling because were this not the case, I could have gone with Pedar on one of his conferences - in the House of Commons. I can't think of any earthly reason why a conference on endometriosis should be held in the House of Commons, but this way I'll never get to find out!
The slightly odd thing is after going home for the first, I'll be back in London for the ninth of May and the Drama thingit, which is rapidly becoming the only reason I'm sticking with this Drama course when I can't act or do lighting/staging/costuming/make-up and get no credit for scriptwriting.
Anyway. At least I get to see Titian and his voluptuous nudes.

Paracetamol

I am so tired, and headachey, and cold, and just generally blah. I have spent the last couple of hours online, watching M*A*S*H, watching VH1's 100 Greatest Videos, and reading Prozac Nation because that's just what I do. I persuaded Thomas to relinquish his computer, sent him running for Becca, and so we have agreed to go into town tomorrow, presuming I am still alive. Somehow, the prospect of sitting in Starbuck's all afternoon is endlessly appealing. I think maybe I will have to bite down my pride and ask my mother for some money. I'm broke, but I loathe asking for money. C'est la vie.

Huh. Bored now. I need to go out in a moment (into driving rain, which will do my state of health so much good) and check the road outside. This morning, it was covered in water. There's a leak in the outside pipes which United Utilities have decided to ignore. Another example of life being life.

Strangely, on a day on which I have begun to exhibit distinctly flu-like symptoms, I'm noticed that it's getting warmer. It's no longer uncomfortable to spend time outside, presuming you are wrapped up in coat, scarf, and gloves, but previously even that wasn't something you wanted to do. To celebrate it, Pedar and I went for a long and meaningless walk down the shore this morning. Haven't done that for a while.

That's all, I guess. I hate taking paracetamol, but I guess I'm going to have to, if I want to successfully get out of bed tomorrow morning. This always happens when I don't have to go to school!