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Hi.

I'm really sorry - I have no Internet, work reckons Livejournal is pornography and that is why I haven't updated.

Not that I think anyone noticed.

Sob.

It's pathetic really - I kept an online journal since 1997, pretty much daily, and now I can't anymore until we get the internet sorted but it doesn't actually make a difference to people's every day life.

I don't know if I would want to make a difference to every day lives, it's quite a big responsibility, but still.

I've moved. My new flat is the most gorgeous of gorgeous places. Please do come round.

Anyway. I'm going to a pub quiz tonight and I'd better do something about the crow's nest that is my hair, so tell me, how are you?

Or email me at work. anna.larsson@pyv.co.uk

xx

Yesterday I bought two pairs of shoes but I have no good pictures. This is a shame. One pair is burgundy patent, a little pointy, laces, about a 2in heel. The other ones are like the classic Louboutins but with a lower heel - also about 2in, maybe 2½.

This makes me happy.

I also got a little sparkly top for Christmas Eve which I intend to wear with the incredibly beautiful necklace that Andy got me for Christmas, a black skirt and glittery legwarmers.

And some Christmas presents for myself from my parents. Apparently I'm difficult to buy for these days o_O

Also, presents for said parents.

Today, I'm going back into town to finish Christmas shopping and try to forget that MY BONUS ARRIVED TODAY so I won't buy more shoes.

There are sad things, too, but let's not think about them right now.

Love to all.

22 weeks since I last updated? That is truly awful.

I'm in Sweden and therefore I have Internet! Which I don't at home in London and I can't access any fun stuff at work, so you know, that's my excuse.

How are you all? Do people still use LJ?

I am incredibly stupid and left my camera in London by the way. Hopefully my dad will let me use his so I can make up for some of my abysmal lack of updating.

Anyway, yes. Hi!

Oh my God, get this.

As some of you will know, and some of you won't, we have a Where's Wally (Waldo to Americans, I think?) poster in our small toilet.

I have lived here for over three years now and never found him.

This morning I found him AND the malcontent, Odlaw, in one go.

And I only went in to fill up my water bottle.

Rideau.

I'm listening to Radio 4, smoking a menthol cigarette and already looking forward to lunchtime (best soup ever - Heinz WeightWatchers' Clear Chicken Noodle Soup OMG!!111!).

Life ain't too bad.

Today is going to be a very hard day, so may I suggest lots of emails please?

I don't feel like getting dressed.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Her Noble Excellency Anna the Ineffable of Tempting St Mary Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Teehee, it said St Mary!

I'm reading The Football Factory. Quelle delight.

Hetobeto says:
you are a dork

Anna says:
yes.

Anna says:
thanks! :)

Hetobeto says:
you are absolutely welcome

I'm ill and a little miserable. Bored and fed up with running down four flights of stairs three times an hour. A little lonely, even. No, scratch that. Alone but not lonely.

But that's okay. Illness aside, I'm really quite happy right now.

Work's going well. The conference last week was a success. Helena and Lina are doing great.

I've had the pleasure of interacting with some amazing people over the last few weeks which always adds quality to life.

Having the internet back at home is a great thing.

But ow, the ill!

Have this instead.

When the rhythm calls the government falls
Here come the cops
From Tokyo to Soweto
Viva la musica pop

We are black and white and we dance all night
Down at the hop
And the letters were tall on the Berlin Wall
Viva la musica pop

So if you're feeling low
Stuck in some Bordeaux
I, even I, know the solution
Love, music wine and revolution

This too shall pass so raise your glass to change and chance
And freedom is the only law
Shall we dance...

- The Magnetic Fields

Internet is fixed at home.

YES. YES. YES.

I'm really tired but really happy.

How are you?

Right, I'm off to the airport. Don't know if the internet's been fixed at home yet or not so if you need to get in touch, email me at work - anna.larson@pyv.co.uk or call.

See you soon!

( Oh, yeah, black hair and fringe. )

Okay, I've got myself onto Facebook too.

Come find me! It's Anna Karin Larsson. I think I'm the only one in London...

I am still alive, people, I've just been without the internet since early April. LJ is blocked at work, blah blah, so sorry for radio silence.

In case anyone noticed I was gone...

Better update will come soon! I'm in Sweden for a week :)

You'll die from a Heart Attack during Sex.

Your a lover not a fighter but sadly, in the act of making love your heart will stop. But what a way to go.

'How will you die?' at QuizGalaxy.com

For crying out loud.

I'm fulfilling one of my dreams this afternoon going to the London Aquarium. I can't wait!

I can't believe this is ten years old. I remember the first time I saw it. It makes me tearful. In a good way.

(Brett Anderson doesn't look half bad in it, either. Innit.)

Right.

I don't smoke weed myself but I do drink.

However - The Streets' The Irony of it All is sheer and utter genius.

That is all.

I should probably go to bed.

It won't come as a surprise to anyone that my sense of humour is severely impaired when I'm tired, but I really had forgotten about Kyle's Mom's a Bitch.

I'm crying with laughter.

It's funny, but every time the clocks change, I'm amazed at what a difference an hour can make. It really doesn't feel like 7pm, it doesn't even feel like 6pm to me.

I can only imagine what jetlag would do to me!

But it's lovely and light outside, I like that.

A splendid weekend has been had so far, with cinema, Lana, lunch, Tate Modern, drinks, Imperial War Museum and an evening of Good TV last night. I couldn't believe it. I love Ally McCoist and Matt Dawson to the point where I want to keep them at home. Although apparently Ally's a bit mad.

My cold is also a lot better. But it's still freezing indoors.

I put brand new sheets on my bed on Friday night and have slept like a princess since. What a difference small things can make.

Today has mainly been spent setting up my new Swedish blog! I've been meaning to a)create a Swedish blog and b)create a foodie blog for a while, so am now intending on combining the two. Obviously, it's in Swedish - but so are some of you. Go! Look! I sense I'm going to become addicted.

However, this doesn't mean I'll stop livejournalling, I promise.

How are you? How's your weekend been? What have you done? Will you show me pictures?

Meh.

I had bird flu earlier in the week, felt better yesterday and have been to work but now I feel awful again.

It's been a very busy week since Camilla's been here and I've not had much sleep either and now I feel like dread again.

This weekend will be dedicated to catching up with myself.

I managed to summon energy to go out for Vietnamese last night which was great, and then a drink at Jaguar Shoes before heading home to sweet BED and SLEEP. Dinner at Helena's tonight as they're leaving tomorrow which was fantastic, then a drink at the Garden Gate and now very much time for sleep.

My phone is being strange, by the way. I seem to be getting answerphone messages where no one speaks (and whilst I've got full reception but no missed calls) and I've been trying to call people over the last few days and only get the Number Not In Use thing. If you need to get in touch (or rather, if I don't reply to potential messages as I've either not got them or can't do anything) - email or MSN is your safest bet as my communication facilities have packed in.

I caught the lovely Lana on MSN just now but will have to love her and leave her because I'm so tired I physically can't take it anymore and I feel all stuffed up and cough-y again.

Vezza broke up with her boyfriend :/ this is sad. But she assures me she'll be ok. I hope so.

And on that note, I'm going to bed. Or rather, switch the computer off and slide slightly further down INTO bed.

Kiss kiss. How're you going?

I just put my hair up in something at least resembling a French plait.

Now my arms ache. I need a haircut.

Or some sort of change. Any thoughts? I'll try and get an up-to-date photo up here one of these days.

I've fallen into the trap of washing my hair every day which is really no good for me and so decided that today I'm NOT, but it'll have to stay up as I looked a bit like a friendly goat in the mirror.

Dear Whoever Runs This Place, can I please have a nice day at work today? Can I please mind my own business and not have to spend hours doing completely irrelevant things? Can it please not be too hot in the office so I'm DYING just because I'm the only person running around especially when everyone else sits still? They can put on a jumper - 22 degrees is not unreasonable when the heating's on as well. Can I please get through the day still in a good mood and then have a lovely evening with Jackie and then a very productive few hours putting together Camilla's book? Can I please not have to have terrible phone calls when I want to go to sleep? And then sleep like a baby and not dream about work? And wake up a Refreshed Person and do it all over again tomorrow? Or parts of it?

My DVD drive's not working. Boo hiss.

I also have an odd patch of dry skin just where my neck turns into my hair, right at the back. It doesn't really bother me, e.g. it's not itchy or anything, but it feels strange.

I can't wait to go home. Three weeks and two days and counting!

Have a lovely Wednesday, everybody :)

ETA: Coffee in bed is good though. Really good.

I had a horrid, horrid day at work today.

Horrid.

Doesn't even begin to describe it.

But nevermind. It wasn't anything proper bad, like, it was just incredibly busy and disastrously stressful.

I ended up deciding that the only thing that would make me feel better was doing something creative and useful, so I invited Michael round for dinner. Panfried salmon with balsamic vinegar, chili, lemon, herbs, vine tomatoes and lots of pepper, alongside a watercress and fresh pesto risotto as shamelessly inspired by obstacle_girl's post about her birthday meal the other day. It was delicious. Truly. If I do say so myself.

Again, the wine was less good. And Mojo Radio are LIARS. With flashing green lights and stuff. So we covered it with my red and white checked apron, which led James to think, when he got home, that we'd used the TV as a dinner table. Very funny.

But I can live with Mojo lies and half-crappy wine. The food kicked ass and the company was delightful. And when Mojo were't being LIARS, the music was quite good. They played Starman. I won't argue.

I'm SO TIRED. I hate feeling like this. Completely drained, like there is no energy to spare whatsoever and all I want to do is go to sleep but going to sleep before 11pm seems like madness and I don't want to fall into that. I'm just too stressed, I think. Really.

Tomorrow I'm having dinner with the beautiful and brilliant illumina and after that I HAVE TO put together Camilla's recipe book properly. I'm well on the way, like, but doing the actual layout and stuff is taking longer than I thought it would.

A theatre visit has been planned and I'm also seriously considering going on holiday. It's been eleven years, if you don't count a weekend in Amsterdam. That's quite a long time. I could do with it. I know I go home periodically, but that's different, as I'm sure you can appreciate.

Anyway.

I'm going to attempt watching a Seinfeld episode and then take myself off to the land of shut-eye.

Oh, we finished the music quiz thing at work, by the way. I'll send it to myself tomorrow and link it for your perusal, it's really quite fun.

Oh. And I got to speak to our wonderful client Warren McSporran again today. It never seizes to amuse me.

Oh! And the last thing. A client sent us a facsimile today (I'm only saying that because the key that looks like a cross still doesn't work) headed PUBIC LIABILITY INSURANCE.

I didn't know we dealt in that. PubLic Liability, I'd heard of...