Usually I just give up. Nothing much has happened in the couple of hours since I published my last submission. I had a roast dinner. And I tried to reason with Terry again after last night. Right at the end of the conversation he says he can't make it into town on Thursday, and that was at 12.45am. I needed to sleep. So I asked him which day he could come in to town when I woke up. His response? 'I don't know I'll check'. 2 hours later he still hasn't said. Come on, how long does it take to check a calendar or whatever?! Bastard. Last night he hastily texted me to tell me that the world's ugliest human had escaped and that in order to claim the $2m reward for finding them I needed to tell him where I was. How nice. I can't believe that's higher in his list of priorities than telling me when we can meet up. Before you ask, I'm not going out with him.
We're meant to be going to see Horton Hears A Who, since he was like 'what the hell is Son Of Rambow?', who knows if it's on the cards now. Carly's meant to be coming too. I'm meant to tell her we have changed the day we're going from Thursday to.. some other day. But I haven't yet, since I don't know when we actually are going. I can just imagine it, on Thursday she'll be waiting at the bus stop going 'where the hell are they?' and then she'll try to phone me and I probably won't pick it up because it's on vibrate mode and I won't hear it go off.
Oh dear.
- listening to: Wild Wild Life - Talking Heads