My boss is a jerk
Thursday, 4. June 2009, 23:20:55
I love my girlfriend, but we are having major problems in the bedroom.
She needs 8+ hours sleep every night, and I can't have more than 6 - generally less at the weekends. So I'm finding that most saturdays I've got a couple of hours free in the morning to do something else while the babe lies in bed and dreams of me.
It's kind of like having two weekends: I have the one which I am spending with my girlfriend, going out doing things with her, and I have the morning stretches where I can get up and work on a couple of projects, while my honey sleeps.
At the moment, I'm working on a little English-Finnish dictionary to run on my phone. It's derived from a translator program which I wrote a couple of years ago, but obviously it's running on a phone, so there are some differences. Too exciting to describe here. No, really.
When I wasn't in an early morning nerd session, I took my girl on a surprise trip to Battersea Dog's home in London this last weekend. We aren't thinking of getting a dog/cat - or rather weren't, until we saw this one adorable Rex cat. Ho hum.
From there we wandered around Covent Garden, and then after dinner mooched around a couple of gay venues. We dropped in at Halfway To Heaven, which is just round the back of Trafalgar Square, before heading off to CXR for a drink. I do like CXR, even though it's predominantly a gentleman's bar. We then headed off to a friend's party in Hackney. I've known my friend for about 17 years, but never been to a birthday party yet. It was just too exciting.... she has this whole other group of friends who I see about once a year or so (usually New Year's Eve), it was very pleasant to get the latest snapshot of their lives. How transient our existence is.
We left at midnight – any later would have meant getting back real late, and my girl does like her sleep. We arrived at Victoria Station at about 1.20, well, we weren't in a hurry to get home. The next train wasn't until 2, so we dropped in at The Stag, just round the corner. The Stag is a little gay bar which the wifey had spotted earlier in the day – I'd never seen it before. She's got sharp eyes, has my girl, probably because she gets a decent amount of sleep. We stayed there for about an hour – lovely little pub, very friendly atmosphere. And then home on the 2 am train, getting to bed at just gone 3.
I love late night bar hopping, and I'm pretty glad that my girlfriend will come out with me and drink shots at two in the morning. A lot of people just won't do that.
She needs 8+ hours sleep every night, and I can't have more than 6 - generally less at the weekends. So I'm finding that most saturdays I've got a couple of hours free in the morning to do something else while the babe lies in bed and dreams of me.
It's kind of like having two weekends: I have the one which I am spending with my girlfriend, going out doing things with her, and I have the morning stretches where I can get up and work on a couple of projects, while my honey sleeps.
At the moment, I'm working on a little English-Finnish dictionary to run on my phone. It's derived from a translator program which I wrote a couple of years ago, but obviously it's running on a phone, so there are some differences. Too exciting to describe here. No, really.
When I wasn't in an early morning nerd session, I took my girl on a surprise trip to Battersea Dog's home in London this last weekend. We aren't thinking of getting a dog/cat - or rather weren't, until we saw this one adorable Rex cat. Ho hum.
From there we wandered around Covent Garden, and then after dinner mooched around a couple of gay venues. We dropped in at Halfway To Heaven, which is just round the back of Trafalgar Square, before heading off to CXR for a drink. I do like CXR, even though it's predominantly a gentleman's bar. We then headed off to a friend's party in Hackney. I've known my friend for about 17 years, but never been to a birthday party yet. It was just too exciting.... she has this whole other group of friends who I see about once a year or so (usually New Year's Eve), it was very pleasant to get the latest snapshot of their lives. How transient our existence is.
We left at midnight – any later would have meant getting back real late, and my girl does like her sleep. We arrived at Victoria Station at about 1.20, well, we weren't in a hurry to get home. The next train wasn't until 2, so we dropped in at The Stag, just round the corner. The Stag is a little gay bar which the wifey had spotted earlier in the day – I'd never seen it before. She's got sharp eyes, has my girl, probably because she gets a decent amount of sleep. We stayed there for about an hour – lovely little pub, very friendly atmosphere. And then home on the 2 am train, getting to bed at just gone 3.
I love late night bar hopping, and I'm pretty glad that my girlfriend will come out with me and drink shots at two in the morning. A lot of people just won't do that.
WIDGETIZE
skyspop # 6. June 2009, 15:30
Brian