Mummy, When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Geisha

I took the book Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden away as my holiday read & I just finsished it last night. I cried at the ending, which isn't me but it was just so sweet & romantic. Again that isn't me! I can't wait to see the movie (God only knows how I'll react to seeing the ending visually) now, which we've had sitting on our Sky plus box for months. I refused to watch it prior to reading the book as I didn't want to spoil the books magic. I'm glad I waited though when I'll get to see the movie is anybody's guess what with my sister being at home then my dad will be due back & he'll nick the TV.

Its official - I have totally lost my few remaining marbles. Luckily AF was on hand to help me gather them back up. At work, not only did I insist I worked at "(insert company name here) Hotel" - again! - everytime I answered the phone but I kept trying to put bus keys in the fridge. Don't ask. I also put my mobile in there. Twice. Fuck knows why. My brains been like mush all day.

J says its love; everyone else says Im over doing it. I'm with them. Mind you since I got back from my hols I haven't been myself. Its like I've come back a totally different person. I don't know if I like the new me but then I never really liked the old one either so I'm just going to go with it.

Anyway I'm off to frazzle my brain further by trying to work out how much money we have as starting capital for the York Ebor festival in a few weeks time. This should be good!

Ciao for now

TJ