okay so get this. everett true phones me up (yes, read that again mofo) and says hey come in for a chat - now that is beths doing the little vixen. shes dropped that she might have a mate who wants to intern at his new mag, plan b, and hes droppped that hes interested. so far so surreal.

great i say, when?
how bout this afternoon?
no no im far to busy (and ill). tomorrow after my 9am seminar?
no i have meetings.
well...i could come before but that seems a bit extreme.
yes, extreme.

so how in gods name did i wind up agreeing to get to his house for 7:30am??! this after a lousy hour of cough-broken sleep, my lungs attempting to go awol through my nose and i tellya, it hurt like fuck.

so there i am up at 6:30 tired like a spent whore trying to drive to his and getting rather lost. i arrive we have coffee. he shows me his milk frother. i act casual. its okay i say. my mum got me one but i never took it out the box.

he susses me. starts asking questions. i chill on his sofa, feet up playing with his cat. somehow, somewhere (possibly by getting him talking and not me?) i impress him. he concludes that i appear very capable and organised (i have missed half of my nine oclock seminar by this point. not so organised) and asks me to come in next week. no, not to intern. to be the assistant editor on the albums section.

'okay' i say.


the health office on campus have an interesting new policy. i know cos i tried to go in and get treatment for my ear infection and noticed a little sign. it tells me that minor injuries are no longer treated at the health office. they recommend you go to a&e. ok. hold on a minute here, lets think about this.

if i have a minor injury, (a sprain?) i go to a&e. if i have a major injury (saw my leg off?)i go to a&e. im starting to get the feeling the health office is defunct.

just stood there staring at the receptionist. just staring. i couldnt fucking hear her properly for one thing. i wanted to explain, say, look i cant sleep i cant hear and my nose is pouring snot. but i just stared, and then turned around and left. i felt broken, truly. i mean they were always inadequate, but at least they pretended...

dinner at rachels yesterday, her house is beautiful as are her housemates.dinner was great, my first non cheese and humous meal for days. yum.

prior to this was being ill, getting drunk at beths with annabel, reading kim, writing poetry, playing piano, and finding that the spanish class i signed up for was over a seminar. grrrr.

there will be no badger this week, my plans of world domination are again thwarted by the inadequacy of the uni/union. forsooth as the prophet said: when the room is rubble and the computers and tables have not yet therein been placed then yay there shall be no badger. as it is written, there may be one next week.

im off to hospital, virtual flowers to the usual address please.
jess