Current mood:

tired

I've run out of coffee & am bored

I need to dye my hair again, the light roots are coming through & it makes me look as though I'm balding in contrast to the rest of it. It's how I imagine my reflection will look in 40 years when I'm 63 & my hair's thinning. I'm too lazy to dye it at the moment, plus this rain doesn't seem to be stopping & I won't be able to leave the house without looking like my scalp's bleeding. The perils of being a woman, bald or bleeding, take your pick.

Family crisis at the moment, a much younger member of my family has got herself knocked up, all hell has broken loose. Apparently she's quite happy about it, & if I was a bit closer to her I'd try to do the supportive thing. It seems a bit impersonal to send her a message on facebook to say "Heard you're sprogged up. E-mail me if you need to talk", but that's what I basically did. Since I'm generally regarded as the black sheep of the family (by that side, anyway) she may not want to speak to me, but at least she'll probably come to me if she decides not to keep it.

Today I've mostly sat around, reading Oryx & Crake & getting frustrated with the amount of typos in Margaret Atwood's work. I noticed plenty in The Edible Woman when I read it last week, & thought maybe it was just a fluke, but no, there are about 30 in this one as well. I still like it, so far it's a good read, but surely there's no excuse for THAT many when you're a famous author who can pay good money for proof-readers?

I can't wait until Emma gets here on Friday. I think she needs to get hammered & talk crap in dingy old pubs after the past few weeks, & I'm always happy to oblige with that!