Miserable, Rainy, Monday Morning

I made a mistake over the weekend. I saw the new (although now over a month old) Pride and Prejudice yesterday. It was really good, but really, is the main ingredient in any single girl's recipe for "I'm-going-go-die-an-old-maid" casserole.

That, combined with a rainy Monday morning, the realisation at the gym that I'm far more out of shape than I thought I was, and the non-arrival of an email I was quite hoping for over the weekend seems enough to send me back home to curl up and watch DVDs all day. Except I don't have a DVD Player. Or a TV for that matter. Damn.

In other news, my weekend was good (except for afore mentioned mistake of watching P&P which was good...too good really). Ashley and I stumbled upon a Tandoori place and decided to eat at it because it had a sign with the most complicated arrow to lead us down a dark alley way and around a corner to find it. We thought that anybody who put that much effort into the signage deserved a try, and it turned out to be a great find! Then yesterday Sandy and Janeen made a great find of a Japanese/Thai/Sushi place in China town. I went to St Paul's Cathedral for the first time and took my brother to see the Tower of London. Last night my brother assemebled an IKEA dresser for me, and tonight I will be able to go home and finally rearrange my room and get rid of the large suitcase that has been taking up a big spot on my floor, and the thought of that makes me feel very happy. So really, "cranky and pity-me" me should be a bit less cranky and pity me I suppose.

Count your blessings one by one...