Theses would still eat human souls, except mine seems to be dying of something undiagnosible.
1st April 2006.
Thursday lab was much like the four before it, especially like the three that were also with Paul. I had lunch with Michiel and then spent the afternoon trackig down a translation of a passage I was supposed to be using but which was non-user-friendly. After sever hours of hunting, and much disturbing of the library help desk people, it turned out to be in a book I had already had but just forgotten about, very frustrating. After dinner I went to Millenium Actress at the film festival with my father and Catriona. It was a surprisingly good film, actually worth seeing for the film and not just the animation.
Friday morning I was fasting for a blood test. After being prodded and bled I had breakfast in the office while trying to achieve something on my thesis. Apart from my brain poking session the rest of the day was similarly spent on the great war to conquer my thesis. Though I had a day of all the battles going against me.
This morning I went to the pool with Meg, swam a bunch, didn't think I was tired at all until I went to leave and realised I was. Then rushing down the hill to meet dad for lunch before walking home to collapse into a heap of sloth. So not fit. After dinner I met up with Alana and her friend Mike and we went to Carla's to play some Settlers of Catan. It was fun enough, but it was like a roleplayer party and groups of roleplayers scare me, so after one crushing defeat I headed off - to catch up with Simon for the first time in getting on nine months. We watched Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, and played at being friends, and it was all pleasant and sociable. Problem is it has got me feeling like crap. Admittedly, this time last week I was feeling equally as crap for no reason at all. I'm a headcase. It was hard. It wasn't meant to be, and I didn't think it would be, but it was.
2nd April 2006.
I slept wrong (and poorly, going to bed in a foul mood leads to very much thinking before sleep happens, and my new white trash petrol head neighbours were having a party of nosiness and much screaming) and woke up too early, and in pain. Somehow in my sleep, I pulled a muscle in my neck. Today is going to be somewhat unpleasant. I've yet to find a position to put my head in that stops the muscle hurting. Buggerit.
My plans to go to the office didn't work out. I've spent the day at home, much of it swearing in pain. Stupid muscles in stupid places. Necks should be a lot more resistant to random self injuring during sleep than mine appears to be.
I really hope I can hold my head up tomorrow, even if I don't get back being able to turn to my right, the head flopping over left makes me look like an escaped Sims 2 zombie.
So, yes, today - that probably could have been well spent feeling embarrassed about what a git I was being last night - had an added bonus of physical pain and suffering. It also featured the eating of spiced buns, which may or may not have been technically cheating on my lent list, I'm too lazy to check, but was definitely cheating on the general feeling of the list. Firey hell for me.
Still feeling I should be apologising to Simon for being a freak last night - except I suspect doing so will make me look like I'm being a freak now too, and thus be of no aid.
3rd April 2006 - Richard, Bp. and Conf.
Once again Student Health has left me surprisingly disappointed. For some reason I always assume they are ok but have some issues, someday I have to accept they are just plain useless. I went in after my supervisor pointed out I should get my neck seen to. I go up to the desk and ask to join the queue for the emergency clinic and am told that the emergency clinic is now run by appointment, and appointments must be made before 9am. Next time you are going to have an emergency you have to remember to book it before 9am on the day in question. So going to a doctor about my stupid neck isn't going to happen. I probably should have gone to A&E yesterday when it was really bad.
Atleast today I can mostly hold my head up. Still can't look to the right, and there was a little bit of yelping in pain (which I'm pretty sure amused my office mates). I'm sure it is character building.
Quiz was a gyp. Not just points given for the physical challenge but also points for jugs bought. Points for jugs is not a quiz, it is a loyalty scheme.
We sucked at the questions anyway, but it was still a bit insane.
Did look over the former fuckbuddy of one of my friends, who turned out to be much less mock-worthy than I had hoped. I had very much been looking forward to letting out a nasty attack of mockage. Oh well.
I constantly write and call him about that and I think he simply pretends not to get my messages. If there were to be a sequel, there's not been any talk about it yet, not to me anyway, I mean I'm in and I'm certain everyone else is too. Regardless of box office performance or DVD sales, what I wanted, Firefly was the best job I ever had and a role that I still love. I mean, romantically and sexually, I love the role of Malcolm Reynolds, I love it, I'm married to him, I just dig it and I'm glad that I got that. I have that piece, forever that will be mine. When Firefly got cancelled, I was depressed, I was terribly sad. I wanted another shot, I wanted one more crack at it. I wanted it back. I got my opportunity. I got exactly what I wanted. When we did Serenity, I wanted it to be a good movie. I got exactly what I wanted. Had I had the forethought, I should have said, 'I want this to be a $200 million dollar box office smash.' I probably would have gotten what I wanted, but what I wanted was simple. I wanted another shot at Malcolm Reynolds and I wanted it be a good movie and I think that that was mission accomplished.
4th April 2006 - Ambrose, Bp. and Doct.
Sleep didn't go great - what with the rolling over equaling (that looks wrong with both one L and with two, stupid spelling) pain.
It lead to my not being with it enough to ring Student Health by the appointed time to book my emergency, so my neck will now go untreated. When I finally left the house, I dropped DVDs off to Alana (so she can watch Wonderwoman) then headed to town and watched The Great Dictator with Oli and Lyall. I'd never seen a written/directed/starring Charles Chaplin movie before. It was very funny in parts, supremely dated in others. Some jokes just aren't allowed to be funny any more - as an audience we are supposed to be too sophisticated for them now. Some parts of the movie were just weird. The levels of didacticism were insane. I've never seen a movie so open in its message. Allowing the invasion of Austria is anti-democratic, and Hitler is bad. See how smart I am, I picked up the message.
The day in the office was mildly productive, not as productive as I would like. Thesis stress is becoming counter-productive.
In happier new, I may or may not have broken my flatmate's washing machine. I'm assuming the former while hoping for the latter. I'd rather it had died of old age, which is more than possible, rather than it being my fault. As I don't think my washing was that heavy. And if it were the washing maching should have debalanced and turned itself off, like it does every freaking time I wash my jeans.
Washing machine had finished my washing fine, it just proved non-functional on Vaughn's washing, but then it seems to have semi-come-right by itself. I think the washing machine gods hate me.
Today's Quote: An interview on IGN.
6th April 2006.
I've been depressive eating the last few days and didn't realise how much I was doing it. I mean, the thesis stress is getting pretty nasty, but it has been that way for a while without causing me to get fat enough that my belt works again.
Yesterday's lab sucked, hopefully today my neck will be more with the bending. Scanning the room for who needs help is hard when your head can't turn to the right and you have to turn your whole body like a freak.
Maybe it is the physical pain making me eat.
Anyway, I should be getting ready for work.
The lab went quite well. I was turning my head all over the place. Mad with the power of being able to turn my head to the left. See me turn my head and tremble! Tremble before my power! Tremble in trembly, trembly fear! Tremble!
Let's just say I am pleased at the speed my neck is recovering.
I broke lent. I'm bad. I may have to flagellate myself. Went out to catch up with Randy and he got me a pint. I couldn't reject a pint someone had bought me, it would be rude. Lent is no excuse for rudeness.
Maybe I should put out an open invitation for e-flagallation, accept emails of penitential email whipping.
8th April 2006.
Yesterday I headed in the the office and did some reading before department morning tea. After watching people eat the delicious looking cakes at morning tea I went back to the office and finished the book I was reading before heading off for a surprisingly pleasant brain poking. Then lunch with my father (Fish Bento) was followed by a meeting about Postgrad representation in my office. Lizzie was training Lynda how to say no and how to get me and other office monkeys to do stuff for her. Later in the afternoon, after doing some more work, I headed to the Masters Proposal Seminars. A couple of the new students are doing very interesting topics. Then there were those I was less won over by. I don't think I can take Marion Zimmer Bradley serious, or buy the notion her books have entered the literary canon. Just not something I will ever accept. Partially as the student in question made a couple of comments about "men" that I decided to take offence at.
This morning I went to the pool and had to stick to aqua frogging, as my neck complained a lot when I tried actually swimming. Meg was fortunately forgiving of my slothful approach for the week. Otherwise the day has been pretty relaxed.
9th April 2006.
Last night I ended up doing out on the town with my ex. It actually turned out to be a very good night. There ws even dancing (somewhat sedate dancing, what with my neck). There also featured a pint (by this stage sunday morning, so I'm considering pleading Anglican on it - after being so very good at lent, it has fallen apart a little - atleast only on one thing off my ridiculous list). There was much walking after I went "You can't walk home alone, I'm a large and semi-muscular male, let me walk you to you house in the opposite direction from mine and roughly triple the distance I have to walk home" (which I'm not sure if it was just me being a decent person, or me looking to extend the time spent together). All a good night, until I had finished dropping my ex home and was walking back to town and toward home, when I texted what was basically a declaration of love (my affections are frustratingly persistant). After a great evening with no mention of the unwanted white rhinoceros in the room, I go and stupidly bring it up, add some big neon arrows. I am such a fucktard. Fortunately, I know forgiving people.
I went to the office and found I couldn't get in. The pin numbered door accepts my card no trouble, but then my card isn't accepted by the internal door, even though the security services people assure me I have access. Lynda kindly let me in and I got a few hours of work done. I do seem to be becoming allergic to Marcel though, everytime he was up my end of the office I started sneezing.
Sudden attack of thinking I'm an unforgivably crap person. No idea where that came from. I should go make dinner and maybe have an early night.
10th April 2006.
I ended up deciding I was too tired to eat and sat chatting on the net till about 8pm, when I decided to go to bed. Mosre then eleven hours later I got up, admittedly the sleep was far from uninterrupted (I hate possums, while awake during the night I plotted writing a pointed letter to the ODT, or Critic) but I was asleep most of that time, and I clearly needed. I think yesterday morning was the straw that broke the sleep-deprivation camel's back. Last night I had got so nutty that someone I was chatting to thanked me for saying I was heading off to bed.
Anyway, I should go do work, yesterdays thesis effort wasn't enough to justify a slow day today.
Currently though I'm having a friendly chat to Russell, while we compare levels of personal stupidity in (re-)falling for people we shouldn't. You'd think knowing how stupid it is would make it better, but it mostly doesn't. I think he is mildly out stupiding me. And on that note I'll leave you to gasp at that being even possible (what with how astonishly stupid I am...).
11th April 2006.
Monday day, I spent working on my thesis. A little progress was made, but littler than I'd like. In the evening I encouraged my ex to try and start something up with noe of my friends (who is a nice guy and seems to fit for the whole my trying to help my ex be happy). May have been a good thing to be doing, but wasn't something that's going to lead to a happy Matthew anytime soon.
This morning I had chem. My Tuesday labs are now with the Ginger Ninja. She's a hard arse, but the lab ran well. I think the students may already be a little scared of her though. The afternoon went to reading a stupidly fruedian article on Sir Gawain. People take psychoanalytic study of literature way too far.
Also being very grumpy at about how obviously I'm not over my ex. Only a couple of weeks ago, and for a good year or more before hand I'd have sworn that I was. Sucks to be proven incredibly wrong.
Maybe the whole being friends with an ex thing just isn't a plan I should be persisting in pursuing.
"The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them" Mark Twain
12th April 2006.
Slept badly and now my neck is hurting again. Moving though, so it shouldn't interfer with chem too much.
I considered wearing my "sexy" old man pjs to work today. I had been in them since I got home yesterday evening - having time the walk so badly with the weather that everything I was wearing got soaked. Even my underwear need ringing out. Stupid rain. Anyway, now I'm wearing sensible clothes I should try to find shoes, the night in the hot water cupboard had failed to try the one pair I have for regular use. Could be a problem, being I have to leave soon if I'm going to make it to work on time (for once).
Good, but sorry, I don't think there is any point in us chatting. Good luck with your future.
After years of being vaguely friends with Glen, and many months of being too lazy to make any real effort, I messaged him to see how things were and got the above responce. I think I'm just going to stop bothering. People just aren't worth it.
No more friends for me, friends are stupid.
Okay, I had a rant to get out. When it comes right down to it I probably have to respect the fact I'm a shit friend and can't really expect people to continue talking to me, no matter how superficial the contact.
Anyway, work today was okay. It was my stinky lab class, but by great luck all the stinky guys were all absent - probably off early for Easter. The less stinkiness of it was great. I had noodle soup for lunch with my father, then spent the afternoon on my thesis - though seeming to achieve nothing. It's frustrating.
Eye was twitching again too. Was going it last week when my neck was bad and I just assumed it was neck related. This week there is no such excuse. Have also started getting muscle shakes in my arms a bit (Lynda's boyfriend commented that I was literally all a quiver at lunch on Monday). Possibly my body has got bored of just seeming to give out on me and is finally actually doing it. I might start taking bets on whether or not I'll live long enough to finish my thesis.
And I think I left my hat at Alana's. Either that or I've lost it, which would suck.
14th April 2006.
Yesterday, I had work in the morning and gave little cadbury's eggs to a couple of my co-workers (including my extra annoying supervisor) and too the 1st floor technicians. This, along with the eggs I gave to all my office mates and all the people I know in the office next door, is all part of my scheme to buy people's good will. Until recently I always thought I liked to give things because I was at least a little bit nice. Having read a lot of gift theory I now realise I give things as the act of giving is me exerting my power over the world around me. I give because I can. Possibly it is also so I can torment myself, handling chocolate while fasting and unable to eat it. If my dealings with my ex imply anything, it is that I like to make myself miserable. So the chocolate giving fits. After work I ended up going for lunch with Lynda, her boyfriend and another of their friends (who may be called Dylan - I suck at new people's names). Savory Japan turned out to be a very tasty restaurant for lunching at, and surprisingly affordable. Then an afternoon achieving frustrating little in the office was followed by my coming home to a plastic bag containing new curtains from my landlord. My see-thru old curtains finally replaced with warehouse thermal curtains. Not longer see through, but light enough in colour to keep out a little less light. In the process of taking the metal curtain hooks out of the old curtains and threading them into the new, I stuck one through my finger. Not a great look. Got blood on the new curtains (fortunately somewhere that can't be seen). Then making dinner I stuck a knife into a finger on the other hand due to being on the phone at the same time as cutting veges. Not a good day to be my fingers.
This morning I woke too early, considering it is good friday and I had nothign much to do. The day mostly went to internetting, Sims 2 and watching my Wonderwoman DVDs (which I've still not seen all of even once). In the afternoon Alana dropped by with the gift of hot cross buns and sad news as to my hat not being at her place. Since the weather was nice I walked her home and within seconds had found my hat there, where it had evaded her efforts to find it. Hooray for having my hat. It may be ugly as sin, but it is my hat. Otherwise my day pretty much went to holiday induced lethargy.
15th April 2006 - Keys of the Rogation Days.
No ending lent with Steak this year. I couldn't find anyone to go to teh steak house with me, and don't really feel like going alone. I probably should anyway but am feeling disturbingly depressed about nothing logical. Something happened exactly as I knew it would and it has still got me down - and it was something completely trivial to start with. Basically, every year my mother buys me easter chocolate that tastes like sand. Every year I point out that I don't eat said chocolate to no avail. This year, she tried extra hard and got my the Waikato Valley Chocolate that tastes like sand with lollies I can't eat as they would kill me. Which she knows. The one and only thing I'm not allowed to eat due to my meds, and that is the one thing she feels the need to give me. So I think the chocolate I don't eat and lollies I can't will just have to get passed on to someone else.
Why do I always feel the need to get her good quality stuff when she persists in buying massive quantities of crud. I'd rather a much smaller amount of something not tasting like sand than a mountain of shite I have to pass on or throw out.
Also, the giving me stuff that'd kill me... I'm not convinced that wasn't on purpose.
I need to find a Steak friend, clearly too late to do it for this year, but in future years I'd rather not be the sad freak coming off lent by sulking he has no friends to go eat steak with.
OKay, that is probably enough complaining for now.
The world has good points. Best thing to happen on Thursday (and which I think I may have some how forgotten to mention last time I wrote), Shelley sent me a care pack of autographed Lucy paraphernalia. A Rizzo poster with Grease program on the back, some collectors cards and a Xena mini poster. A great haul. Shelley is definately good to know. Were it not that multiple Shelley's would likely end the world, I'd put her on my top people to make a clone army of list.
Swimming today went well. Mostly aquajogging, but some laps too. There were also some hot swimmers out - which always keeps things nice. Disturbing part was one of my chem lecturers in the changing room. Being naked in a changing room full of strangers is fine, but someone you know kind of well but really not that well being there makes it creepy. I felt very weird about the whole thing.
This afternoon I went to the baby naming ceremony for Michiel and Cathie's baby, Alice. It was a very pleasant ceremony, followed by Morris Dancing (on which I shall cast no judgement, due to my ignorance). It made for a fun afternoon. And a pleasant reminder that not all people suck after my mother giving my easter goods that could kill me.
Okay, time I conceed that there will be no steak and go break open the can of chicken soup I have sitting here.
While burning my chicken soup, it occured to me I'm being all depressed but not mentioning my ex. This is clearly breaking the recurring motif of the month. That said I'm all depressed in general and not really thinking about the ex so much. Thus the only thing to complain about is my ex's continual success in avoiding ever dining out with me ever, in the eight-ish years we've been in various stages of approximationg friendship. Okay, I should get back to my soup, I have to be ready when Midget comes to fetch me - she has me going to Easter Saturday Vigil with her tonight.
Wait, the Steak thing. Clearly I don't deserve due to the drinking with my ex last weekend. While eating my soup I can up with a way to tie the things together. The drink with Randy was acceptable, as it was a hospitality thing. But drinking with the ex had no such justification. While I never consciously thought it at the time I'd not be surprised if the drinks with the ex were in the hope of getting some drunken seduction going... a drunk ex is much more likely to view my years of pining as a good thing, right? Wait. I'm mostly sure I'm not that much of a creep.
Basically I don't deserve the reward of Steak House goodness. Due to my sinning nature being unsuccessful tamed over lent.
17th April 2006.
Vigil at St. Pats was good. Long, and Midget made me put my candle out (before it miraculously relit itself off Katie's a minute of two later) but otherwise better than I'd expected. Left me thinking I probably should have a serious think about actually signing up and getting baptised and stuff. Though my inability to believe in anything could be a problem.
Sunday morning a very small quantity of chocolate had me feeling quite unwell. Hooray for the human body. After a day at home, I went to my grandparents in the afternoon. Gave my grandfather the egg my mother had got me, and kept the egg I'd got him for myself. Worked out well for everyone. The family member with little sense of taste after years of smoking got the larger egg of less tasty chocolate. My grandmother told me off for buying her anything, she does every year. She also got excited about my going to vigil. She still occaionally drops hints I should both convert and go into the seminary.
Today I walked up Flagstaff with Oli. I am so not fit. My legs ache a little now.
21st April 2006.
Either walking down Flagstaff or the hyperactive aerobics I did that night have left my thighs very sore, still.
Tuesday I went to the office and had it to myself while I did a fair whack of work. Go public holidays. Later in the day Karl turned up and made a fantastic job of grating on my nerves through snide comments. And I discovered battleon.com, which was probably a stupid move.
Wednesday, work in the office, much complaining about the muscles in my legs. Not really much going for it. Also much feeling guilty about having not visited Moira in the rest home in a very long time and her having died.
Yesterday morning I went to my second Catholic mass of the week. A full requiem mass, a funeral the way a Catholic funeral should be. It was a beautiful ceremony, but left me feeling weirdly angry at our society. Moira Wilson was such an amazing woman, yet she put so much of her amazing talent aside so she could play the wife and mother role. Okay, I suspect she was probably about the best mother any mortal could be but still...
After the funeral I had lunch with dad before going home and changing into normal clothes and heading to the office to again end up pissed off at Karl. He should have his tongue chopped out. In the evening, as I was settling down to a night of watching bad tv, I got an email inviting me out for a quiet drink with a net friend, thus third set of clothing for the day - such waste. Long story short, many people I previously hadn't know bought me many drinks. I got revoltingly drunk and woke up in Green Island. I am possibly no longer single - I didn't actually ask as I'd rather not get rejected.
I didn't get home until after lunch today and have spent the time since sitting around home being tired and grumpy.
23rd April 2006 - George, Mart.
Yesterday, I had my grandmother's 70th birthday party. It was a pleasant day out, though a disturbingly child friendly restaurant. I quite suspect my Aunt Jude selected the venue. It was prettu good though. I spent more time txting than I should have. Oli was trying to talk me into skipping town with him for a few days. The Green Islandite was replying to my too many txts and someone I hadn't heard from in ages txt'd in responce to the above entry. People who make no effort to stay in contact shouldn't read this thing, it is creepy. I didn't reply due to the telecom factor, I don't like to pay for texts.
Once I got home I watched Mirrormask. Having seen it I am now happy with the fact I kept recommending it to people. It is, in fact, awesome. In the evening I headed out with Oli, got horribly drunk out partying with people not really my style of people to spend time with doing the breaking stuff kind of partying which really isn't me either. First time in my life the Police stopped by a party I was at. I also did much more texting than I should have. Possibly put an end to what had looked to be a new source of an ex. I'm a bad drunk.
Today, I went to the office for a while. Did work, but it all takes longer than it should and my mind wasn't on it which didn't help. I'm getting weighed by my doctor tomorrow, so I should be trying to shed a little weight before I see him. Instead I've had a day of eating nothing much but chocolate (and that in LARGE quantities), and drunkenly ate a pile of Willowbank food last night. Toppers and chicken salt chips make sense when drunk. Evil Vodka.
I had a run in with a telescope today, my toe is bleeding through the supposedly waterproof bandaid. Quite gross.
I should sleep.
26th April 2006.
I keep not writing in this thing recently. Have taken to thinking of it as a chore a bit. Happens from time to time. Anyway....
Monday I went in to the office and had a slightly more productive day in there than I'd had on Sunday. Still feeling my time in there isn't working how time should. After having pie and cake for lunch and drinking far too much water I headed to the doctors for my three monthly checkup. Weight was down again, inspite of my week of living on lard and marshmallow eggs. In fact, I am now officially overweight. It's been a long time since I've been slender enough to be overweight. Has me feeling kind of special. My blood pressure was also pretty good, not great but good. Blood test results, on the other hand, were awesome. I have organs of flawless functioning, and low but healthy cholesterol levels. Good time to be my health. Other than my more than six months of continual sniffles and twitchy eye, two things my doctor wrote off as unimportant. Monday evening my quiz team piked so I had a quiet night in watching Desperate Housewives.
Yesterday woke early and went to the dawn service. It was cold and wet and I couldn't find anyone I knew even though a bunch of people I knew went. Stupid too many people under too many umbrellas. So I stood and shivered alone. Then went home and warmed up in bed watching Without a Paddle before heading to varsity and getting soaked in the process. Work was a bit of a joke, I mostly just distracted Lynda (who gave me a ride to the supermarket on the way home, reducing my wetness factor.
Outside my flat is flooded this morning. I'm going to have to teach my least favourite chem lab (the one where the fumes from the product make me very unwell) with soaked shoes and probably trousers. Arse.
29th April 2006 - Departure of Noah from the Ark.
On Wednesday, Dunedin somewhat flooded. Bit of things washed away. I headed out after writing the above, wearing shorts to reduce how soggy I would be. I had got about two houses away and was already wet and miserable when complete strangers pulled over and gave me a ride in the varsity. Complete strangers are great. Though it did lead to me humming the Simpson's jingle "You can always depend on the kindness of strangers" frequently through the day. The chem lab was pretty horrible, but that is to be expected of the alkyl halide lab. Aferward I went to the office and did some thesis.
Thursday was a less wet version of Wednesday, and without the kindness of strangers. I did have lunch with my father though. A finally catch up before he headed off for an extended period of travel. I'd like to think I'll get some tourist bauble from Canada, but am pretty sure I wont. I know my father too well. Thursday night I had a date. I guess it was technically a first date, drunkenly being taken back to Green Island not really counting. It was a nice evening of fish and chips eating and hanging out. Flatmates don't appear to disapprove of me, which is a start.
Friday, I spent the day in the office. Achieving frustratingly less than I had on Thursday. Mostly hunting references and finding useless ones. Went to the staff seminar before heading home, it failed to live up to the expectations I had for it and the bit over an hour it lasted seemed to stretch into eternity. Then last night, another date, another trip to Green Island. I had dinner made for me before we sat by the fireplace and watched a cheesy movie (Bewitched). A very pleasant night. And I got to play a bunch of Oblivion. I am easily amused/distracted. And Oblivion is proving a little addictive. Probably a good think my computer can't run it - it must be saved for after my thesis.
After I got home today was spent being lazy as. Was going to go to the pool but got the opening hours wrong so my evening swim will have to be a morning swim tomorrow.
I'm currently having an attack of paranoia about how uncharacteristically I've jumped into relationship type things. I'd like to assume it was because of chemistry or something, but the recentness of my attack of ex-issues and the whole overcompensating but encouraging my ex to hook up with someone I know thing... well, I worry psychology could be involved.
The concept of psychology doesn't please me.