I did a bad deed today and I feel good about it.
So I'm driving home late from work on the motorway and pull into the fast lane to overtake some wankers going less than the speed limit. Out of nowhere an 80s Jeep comes bombing up behind me. I'm passing and going 5 mph over the limit, so I don't think much of it. There's a weird flash in the mirror and this guy is *right* on my bumper. I slide my left foot over to the brake pedal, just so the light comes on. He doesn't back off. I can't pull over because there are cars there and I'm not going to pander to this guy's impatience and speed up. He keeps flashing his brights at me. As I'm finally passing the last slow car, he turns his brights on full and leaves them that way.
This really pisses me off. It also blinds me and causes some not inconsiderable pain, though this is due to my eyes still being very light sensitive after the 3 month stint of being blind last year.
So I finally pass the last slow car, and take his number plate. I just called the police to report him. Hah. They won't do anything unless they get 3 reports of the same guy, but still.
Please don't hate me for reporting him, zheers. My eyes are still smarting.
In other news, am still single. Am no longer sleeping with C despite the fact that we've broken up, either. He's not taking it well. He's also stressed because he's got a job (shock horror) starting tomorrow and he just got back from Floridia and has travelled all day and is woefully unprepared as well as generally being freaked out to be working again. The fact that I know all this is probably a bad sign. He wants to see me Wednesday night, so I have invited one of his friends along, though the friend may well not make it. It is possible I will be shouted at later for it from C, but at least it's one of *his* friends rather than mine, who all want to eat him.
Work still boring and stupid and still not being headhunted by firms in Vancouver. Life generally fine though, am going out a lot and keeping busy, though not out of trouble. Still have a nasty habit of taking strange men home, which I must stop, as it's very stupid. Especially when blind drunk. Although sending them home very quickly rather than shagging them senseless(ly) is definitely an improvement.
All in all, things are going well, despite all the above. Shrink tomorrow, C Wednesday, dinner at a friend's house Thursday, drinks after work Friday, getting drunk on fun things we find in my cupboard with friends on Saturday. If things go well, I should have to spend the rest of the week trying not to get too drunk, which is slightly more fun than trying to get drunk. Mmm. Also obviously feeling really articulate. I'd better go and have another spliff meditation session. Yeah, yeah - that's it.