A stinking cold today ... have stayed in with the heat full on and spent an awfully long time on the phone to An, trying to decide on where to go out to tonight. At the end of the conversation(s) I felt so exhuasted the last thing I felt like was going out. But out one must go - it's Saturday and last night I deliberately didnt return Da's text asking if I was around because I wanted a steak, bottle of Rioja and DVD night. Watched Dogville, which was great though it was too long. It was expensive as well - I hadnt been back to the video shop becuase I owed them a shed load of money from the last film I borrowed back in July. I wasnt sure whether to play angry or weepy about it, and had forgotten to prepare my urgent surgery story so fell back on 'oh yes that was when I was on holiday...' which meant I had pulled the rug from under my own feet completley and was only left with the angry option. They said I could pay the £10 in installments, but still, £8.50 to watch a bleeding DVD - I could have gone up West for that price. Anyway, tonight we're going to see Green Frogs in Quup or something at the King's Head, Islington. Described as carry on up the Amazon with lots of raised eyebrow campiness to it in Time Out. An then wants us to go to Punk Karaoke at the Garage, which sounds fab, but cant see Da going for that. It will be time for his dinner and that will be hard to override.