I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

Now, I know it's only the 15th of the month, but having £1500 in the bank is pretty good going - especially considering that I've only had 2 full payslips since getting back to the office :)

Admittedly, that doesn't take account of the £200 deposit I've just paid to the Sailing Challenge, but I *should* be getting most of that back from the rest of the team; either that, or I won't have to pay any more later on. Our place isn't guaranteed yet, but it's registered our interest & there's still a chance we'll get one of the firm-funded boats (ships? yachts?), in which case we won't have to pay a penny. Mmmm, day of training + gala dinner & booze + day of racing + more food & drink + day of recovery. And accommodation. FanTAStic :) (Though I'm still tempted to go down here, hire a powerboat & demonstrate why engines are better than sails, unless you're Ellen MacGoddess).

We need a decent team name. We're provisionally registered as the "Drunken Sailors", which is hopelessly unimaginative.

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I'm still grinning madly when I see my userinfo page. Anonymous Giver, you've made my week :) A special mention also to dr_wez for sharing the slightly astonished realisation that the Universe failed to pooh on us from a great height on VD (I maintain that threatening it with double-barrelled shotguns helped).

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Horrible dream last night. I dreamed that I had Farrah Fawcett-style hair, complete with OTT highlights & backcombng - but that I'd forgotten to get my roots done for ages, so next to the streaks I had 3 inches of BLACK and then 3 inches of brown next to my head.

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Work is offering 16-week language courses in French, Italian or Spanish, at around £10 per hour. It's an average cost, but held in the office so would be convenient. I'm dithering between French (since I have GCSE but have forgotten it all, and I'd like to be *good* at a language rather than just being able to do the Eminem thing*) and Italian (which I did 6 months of in 6th form, liked but didn't ever get past the Eminem stage - but the Winter Olympics opening ceremony made me fall in love with Italy all over again. Any country that gets an F1 Ferrari to make donuts on the ice should be encouraged as much as possible ;) ) Currently, Italian's winning, since I could get to GCSE comprehension level in Russian in a year.

*The Eminem thing - "My Name Is... My Name Is... My Name is..."


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Plans to diet (I'm a size 14, which is Too Much for me) are being stymied by alternating hunger and low blood sugar. Fruit isn't helping, and nor are bagels (though for different reasons). Arsebiscuits. Big, wobbly arsebiscuits.