I was reminded of the other thing I was going to say. After noticing the total and disappointing lack of doors to slam at work the other day, I went for a long, brisk walk. And, being angry, I decided that my two main moods are depressed, and angry. There should be a term for that, like manic-depressive. But annoyed instead of happy. The short-list is: huffy; irate; bitchy; stormy; and rabid.

I kinda like rabid-depressive.

All week I have been forgetting that it's a long weekend. Can't seem to hold that in my head for longer than an hour. The up-side is that every time someone reminds me... it's a really nice surprise. The down-side, is that people started to find my repeated "*gasp* Long weekend!" outbursts amusing. Then I started to get random and frequent reminders.

I slept in this morning. I had a total panic attack when I woke up. There was the normal moment when you realise that it's very bad that it's so light upon waking on a work day. Then I heard the formula one testing... and I thought they started those around lunch time. That's when I freaked out. But the warm up is eight thirty, which wasn't such a drama.

Those things are too damn loud, dammit. I was walking to the station and I could hear it over my walkman. Also, the sudden influx of car people disturbs me. Aside from the people who fantasize that they are F1 drivers and keep me awake at night, there are strange nordic looking couples wandering about. They all seem to wear matching red-themed outfits.

From tomorrow there'll be the fly overs. Once you get used to those, they're not too bad - depending on what you're doing and whether you're ready for it. Sleeping is bad, because it takes a second to calm down when you wake up and your flat is shaking. Out and about is okay if you pay attention and see the plane - planes are impressive. If you're out and about in your own little world (like last year on my way back from the shops) - planes are fucking scary. They fly real low.

This year I'm nearly organised, and actually kept the schedule. So... tomorrow we have:
0900 - Lynne puts pillow over head and sleeps through practice session.
0955 - Lynne wakes in total panic as her flat shakes, then realises it's just the damn Grand Prix.
Somewhere between 1015 and 1220 - Lynne gives up on sleep, admitting to herself that the pillow is not 100% effective.
An okay bit, because I have my headphones on and the music is loud enough to triumph over the V8s.
1300 - more F1 noise, then some more V8s, but that's fine because I'll be escaping to the suburbs at some point. Except the bit where I wait for my lift will suck, because anyone trying to park here is shot on sight while the race is on... so I have to go outside and wait.

And Sunday:
0930 - Pillow.
1100 - Wake in terror
quiet bit
1320 - Either admire the planes, or have terror interrupt something.
1400 - Lots of annoying noise.

And I guess outside of the official events, I can cope with the excited dickheads.

[Music: Laibach - Decree]
[Mood: apathetic]