Present perfect

Sophie called again today, and this time I spoke to her myself! She’s taken some extra holiday in January, so she’ll be staying with us during my birthday! This time, I let the tears fall freely, and told her she’d just made the best few weeks of my life even better.
I can’t believe I’ll be 25 soon. It sounds so grown-up. I also gave up celebrating my birthday a decade ago, when my present from my mother was a sock I already owned, which she gave me three weeks late. The Uni years were a bit better, but I tended to enjoy everyone else’s big day more than my own, and even then it was just a big piss-up, much like every other day of the semester. I may actually make it a big one this year. Why not? It’s not every year you reach your quarter-century after all. Wait a moment – quarter-century…. quarter-of-a-million…. Yes, YES, YES!!! It IS my destiny to be on Deal or No Deal and win the quarter-million! I am sure of it in my bones.

Back to work again tonight, and this time as a PROPER, BONA FIDE, FULL-TIME, ACTUAL EMPLOYEE. It’s almost embarrassing to say this, but I’m 25 next week and this is my first ever stab at permanent employment. I earnt a few quid at uni - donating sperm and being a guinea pig for drugs companies - but apart from that I’ve always been a student, or a layabout. Well – stick to what you’re good at, isn’t that what they say?

Have a good Monday

RC 12-1-09
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