I’m having one of those ‘nothing’ weekends. Aside from working yesterday morning, I have achieved very little at all in the last two days. As much as I feel that I have needed the rest, I’m not that good at doing nothing at all, yet have been in one of those moods where I haven’t really had the inclination to step onto the path of fulfilling activity. I feel a bit like I have been transported back to my student days when I would desperately avoid doing work and procrastinate to within hours of a deadline, but right now I’m not entirely sure what I am putting off.
* I got Pinterest. I am still having a nose around at the moment, so my profile is incomplete, but I have some invites available if anyone is interested in giving it a whirl? Comment with your email address if so.
* Speaking of invitations, I also just discovered I have SIXTEEN Spotify Free invitations to get rid of. The ‘Free’ service is invitation-only, and allows unlimited streaming of the Spotify catalogue, with adverts every 20 minutes or so. It is a step up from the ‘Open’ package, which only gives you 20 hours of streaming a month. Again, comment with your email address if you wish!
* Midweek meals with the family to celebrate Nanna Thorne’s birthday at Mediterraneo in the Village, Cardiff.
* Wishing I had the negotiation skills of 30 Rock’s Jack Donaghy.
* Feeling like I might be getting the hang of this blogging lark, at last.
* Merton, The Piano Improv Guy. His videos have been cracking me up all day.
* Friday night Chinese at mama Thorne’s house to wish my sister well as she returns to uni in Cardiff. And the undisturbed night’s sleep that followed from sleeping in a bed on my own!
* Being super-organised with my contribution for February’s British Style Bloggers ebook.
* Climbing back on the weight-loss wagon, after weeks of reckless food abandonment!
* Staying up late on a Saturday night to watch Van Wilder: Party Liaison… Write that down.
* Getting home from work and there still being the tiniest bit of light in the sky. Thank goodness, spring is on it’s way.
* Finally procuring the Alan Partridge boxset on loan from fellow non-adviser Steffan. “Smell my cheese, you mother!”