A day in the life of a porridge-brain

I had an interview today. Would have been great, really, had it not been for the fact that I woke up yesterday morning with a sore throat only to find out that someone had stolen my brain and replaced it with porridge. Horrible!! Ah well, if it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be. And let me just say one thing, I've had a bad feeling about this for a while so keep fingers crossed and take cover cause the future's about to happen...

Apart from the sore throat it's been a good weekend. Saturday was spent shopping, going to see the new Pirates of the Carribean - At World's End, dining out and relaxing in front of the TV. Pirates was very good. Weird thing was it felt like this was movie #4 and I had missed #3. Still, it feels as though a #4 is not all that far away since the movie had a rather open ending. Keith Richards, however short his cameo, was marvelous! Even Orlando Bloom brought something to the table. I can't wait for it to come out on DVD. The extra stuff should be good. : )

Since Sunday was the last day with the car I decided to pull my behind out of bed and go to the fleemarket. Since the weather was neither here nor there many people thought like me and it got kind of crowded. I managed to find some really nice things though. It's starting to seem as though I cannot get out of there without at least some sort of glass (bought 4 for myself and 1 for my mother), something made out of glass (I found a perfectly sized bowl, a cream jug and a candle holder), something made of linnen (a cover for my bed, a tablecloth and a couple of pillowcases), a framed painting (small one with a black frame) and either a bowl or a cup for the kitchen (bought a new breakfast bowl and a teacup in my favourite china). All in all very nice day.

On my way home from the fleemarket I wanted to go to the gasstation to fill up some petrol but lo and behold, the gasstation next to my house has some weird-assed system where you can't fill up gas and go into the store to pay, the way we normally do it. Instead you have to use your credit card or put cash into the machine. What kind of dorkish system is that? Since there is only one machine for every set of pumps you have to wait for the other person to finish before you can start. Then you have to somehow assess how much petrol you need, if you pay in cash since you pay first and then fill up. Stupid! So, I'm bying K and J a bottle of wine instead. It really has been great to be able to use the car. Only trouble is that when you're borrowing a car you're not likely to use it the way you would your own. I really didn't like the idea of having the car breakdown somewhere in the middle of nowhere on one of my fleemarket galores. ; )

A musical favourite even though the video is almost a complete, and really bad in comparison, ripoff from Lamb's Gabriel:

Play Imogen Heap’s “Hide and Seek”

Oh, and one of my favourite covers: Placebo's makeover of Kate Bush's 'Running up that Hill'. Very good indeed:

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=2029442826

(more placebo on http://www.myspace.com/placebo )