I Wanna Grow Old with You?

Was looking around at all the married people today during the sermon (drifting off, like I always do ) and thinking about how strange it was that these perfectly ordinary people were married. How could they live with such a momentous responsibility everyday, and who could have loved them enough to have wanted to propose to them, have kids with them, and watch them grow old and saggy for the rest of their lives?

Marraige seems like something that happens only to the very lucky or the very foolish, certainly not the ordinary, nondescript people I see around me every day, and definitely not the lecturer with a pot-belly whose eyebrows need trimming or the lady in the supermarket with huge glasses and a croaky voice.

I would love to be married and have kids one day, but somehow I don't see myself as extraordinary enough. The mind boggles at the thought of someone out there actually weird enough to want to quarrel and make up with me for an endless lifetime and to join in the long wait for my bits to sag.

In other news, I've been trying to get some work done over the past few days, and have been waking up at 530-ish every morning due to jet lag. Thanks to jet lag, I've been able to catch every single episode of Looney Tunes from 530 to 600 on Boomerang, after which I stagger upstairs on a toast high and attempt to shower, then hit the books for all of half an hour before I lie on my bed for an hour, doing absolutely nothing but staring into space (and I am not exaggerating), after which I hit the books for fifteen minutes, and then prostrate myself on the duvet for a further hour and a half, when I look at the clock and realise that it's almost 10, and give up and start chatting on MSN.

My ex-housemate (who's now gone back to Seychelles) gave me a mug for my birthday (besides a very pink cake from Morrisons) which says "Lazy Git". It's sitting on my table now. I think I prefer the cake.

Better get back to lying on the bed studying.