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[rebness]

I don't know if it's some egocentric reaction to turning 25 in 12 days, 23 hours and 52 minutes' time (why, yes, I am counting down every last minute of my youth) but I determined to pass the weekend in a hedonistic whirl. I met up with some friends who were leaving my old job for a couple of drinks last night. That time passed by quickly, with lots of chat and, annoyingly, being chatted up when trying to get my round in. I had also promised to go round to my friend Sally's house for the night ("We've got wine in for you especially!") and had a great girly night in which resulted in me staying over in the spare room, with extra blankets because, Sally pointed out, they don't have central heating yet. I bemoaned the lack of my warm and cuddly border collie, but had a great sleep. Woke up to find that I had escaped a hangover, but to learn that my friend had recorded me dancing drunkenly to Karma Chameleon on her mobile 'phone. There goes my aloof and professional exterior at work, then.

In the ultimate twist of annoying irony, I returned home in the afternoon to find that the central heating has had to be switched off for fear of a leak and it won't be fixed till Monday. Winter nights in an old cottage without central heating is not fun. I can't even let the dog in my room -- she's on heat and is acting all crazy, like. Border collies on heat are nothing short of scary.

To escape Colditz, I met up with Chris later on to go rock-climbing. Now, I'm pathetically girly in that exertion, sweat and anything that results in broken nails but doesn't result in me shouting out in ecstasy really, really doesn't do it for me. I tried to get out of it, then moaned before it and at the beginning, before reaching up with a trembling hand at the top of one of the walls to rattle a chain to prove I had mastered a climb. My arms are still aching, but wow, it was a good workout, fun and more productive than sitting around in my pyjamas watching television. I broke a nail, and I didn't shed any tears or shout. Progress! I think Chris has converted me.

Then we trekked to three different cinemas to watch Memoirs of a Geisha. Two weren't showing it, and the last run for the night had started in the third cinema. We went to a Vietnamese restaurant instead and determined to see the film tomorrow. Excellent activity!weekend, though coming back to LJ to see that people are taking up pitchforks against Frank the goat for the alarmingly insulting new nudge feature gives me a sense of relief. Oh, internets. Never change.

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[versailles-rose.livejournal.com]

Border Collies are crazy to start with. Totally obsessive compulsive.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it. I don't think you can find a smarter dog all-round; they're so very clever, but that package comes with a whole lot of crazy. She managed to get into my room last night. And do you know what she did? She woke me up every. single. hour. of the early morning by jumping onto my bed and bouncing up and down. I feigned sleep so that she'd leave me alone, so she just bounced more. Finally, I had to get up and let her out. She managed that four times, but when I told my brother about it this morning he pointed out that she's a manipulative little collie.

I hope she realises that I'm at work tomorrow and bouncing on me to wake me up may result in shoutage. >:)

[ladydaydream.livejournal.com]

"We've got wine in for you especially!"

What a brilliant friend you have there!

Hey well done with the rock climbing. I'm very impressed. Am I imagining it or are you scared of heights as well? I'm still getting over that bout of flu I had, so my exercise recently has taken the form of picking chocolates from a selection box.

I hadn't realised that they'd introduced this nudge feature until you mentioned it and so I went to investigate. That's just so crap isn't it!

[rebness.livejournal.com]

I know! I was right pleased with the wine thing-- and agreed to attend in about two seconds flat.

I don't really have a problem with heights, but Chris and I were discussing it and realised that we've become more scared of taking risks as we have aged (you had to sign a disclaimer against dying, for feck's sake!) That said, I managed to capture a lot of my old adventurous spirit I had as a child and teenager, so that was good.

Dude! That 'flu still knocked you out? You need a wee dram of whisky. And, failing that, whisky chocolates!

The nudge feature is so stupid, it's untrue.