We hates being sick, it crankifies us.
8th August 2007 - Ciriacus and his Compp. Martt.
Still being sick is very annoying.
In happier news, I got a $300 tax rebate, and blew it all at the 25% of DVDs sale at Whitcoulls. I now have Battlestar Galactica, Angel and a pile of movies to entertain myself with.
DVDs are helpful when I'm still a little uprightness-challenged. Inner ears are my proof against intelligent design. Every time I lean my head I feel like I'm falling, and sometimes even when I am still gravity goes dancing around. On Monday I thought I was well, then Tuesday bit me. Today I'm a bit better than yesterday but still not happy.
My narrative is sucking monkeys today. Big hairy, smelly, ugly monkeys with bad skin and questionable hygiene practices.
On Friday night last my flatmates threw a party. Didn't lead to much. Liesl had one guest, and for most of the night I had Meg, and that was it. Later in the night a few more of my friends turned up before we gave up and headed to a party at Fiona's (gings are great). Made for a pretty night, though I came home to be filled with rage. My flatmates had drunkenly decided to help themselves to stuff from my room while I was out, including going for a ride on my father's bike. I have issues enough about people interferring with my property. When it comes to other people's property in my care (especially property I could never afford to replace), I get even crankier.
My cranky-level probably hasn't been helped by my weeks of headache and buggered balance.
There are two kinds of dogs, for, some are well-bred, others low-bred. The well-bred, indeed, are silent and free from guile; the low-bred are ill-tempered and fond of barking. So it is with women...
17th August 2007 - Oct. of S. Laurence.
Having finally got mostly well, my flatmates infected me with a nasty chest cough and I've spent most of this week and home fighting with phlegm. I hate everyone. Especially you.
Had a reasonably productive work day yesterday, but today my ear is playing up again and I feel like arse. Attempts to cheer myself up my impulse purchases of castle Lego failed. It had seemed such a sure-fire plan.
Not all that much to write about, being home sick watching Angel doesn't really make for an exciting narrative. And I'm trying to resist unleashing too much anti-flatmate vitriol on this thing, for politeness's sake...
I'm becoming such an angry little man, if I was any more of one I'd be Simon.... Wait, I didn't say that...
Today's quote is from the 13th century Speculum Laicorum.
I know that mess spelled backwards is ssem and I felt much better armed with the information
18th August 2007 - Agapitus, Mart.
Exciting night on the home front last night. After deciding I needed a quiet one in it was livened up by a violent domestic between my flatmate's ex and the bathroom door - which he was trying to smash in for no logical reason. Then at 3:30 in the morning he broke in to out flat and started smashing up her room.
Have I mentioned be entirely done living with other people. I want to be a hermit.
And on the social life front, I'm almost there. Can't get hold of Oli and I seem to have pissed Simon off somehow. It's like I'm a superhero, if there was a superhero whose power is to unintentionally grant on the nerves of all of his friends so that no-one wants anything to do with him. I have that superpower down, seriously.
The high point of my being social for the day will be having dinner with my father. Though I did go swimming with Meg, which rates but loses social activity points for being all like hard work. I've lost what little fitness I had through being all sick for the last month. It's shocking.
The weird depression that struck yesterday, as you may have guessed from the entry so far, continues. And again I bought Lego I couldn't really afford in the attempt to cheer myself up. It works while I'm building the thing, but once it is built all benefit is gone - and Lego these days is too darn idiot-proof and easy to build. So basically it was a complete waste. Bugger it.
Today's quote is from Tori Amos's introduction to Death: The High Cost of Living.
23rd August 2007 - SS. Timotheus and Apollinaris.
I am very sore. I went to soccer last night for the first time in over a month, and I was on fire. I had a good long stint in goal at the start and didn't let a single thing through, and even if defence I was getting the other team pissed off through excessive goal prevention. It was awesome. Though lead to masses of pain this morning.
Anyway, week that has been so far. Grandparent dinner on Sunday, after an unproductive day in the office distracted by the most watched videos of the day on youtube (which may not be happening again now that youtube is pumping up the advertising content). Monday, I had a good supervisory meeting, and have finally landed weekly supervisor meetings. Then ended up watching Hot Fuzz with Alana and Lyall. Great flick. Thank God for the English. Actually, every movie I've seen in a while has been with Lyall and Alana - being I went to both film festival movies I saw with them (Den Brysomme Mannen, which was Norwegian and weird and disconcerting but sort of good, and Death at a Funeral, which was hilarious and worth seeing purely for entertainment value). Tuesday, reading a book recommended by my supervisor. Wednesday echoes Tuesday but with added soccer.
I want a t-shirt with "Baby" screen-printed on it and an arrow pointing down to my belly, so I can write "Dyke" in vivid pen and have an arrow pointing to my face. Probably also needs the button badge reading "I choose to have this baby, but I'm glad I had the choice". It would mark my fanboyness to a few people, but mostly it would just confuse people - which would make it great.
26th August 2007.
Today was seriously wasted. I spent it in the office entirely failing to get anywhere in the work I'm doing. Even staying in till about 9 at night. Procrastinating, and then procrastinating some more. Started off pretty funny though. I was hanging my towel on the over the top of my bedroom door, oblivious to what is going on behind me when I hear this girlish noise somewhere between a gasp and a squeal. I'm a bit confused bu this, as the flat girl is away for the break (which I didn't know was happening until she skipped town, I'm completely out of the undergrad loop). I turned around to discover one of my flatmates had come out of the bathroom in his underwear and had found my standing in my doorway quite the unpleasant surprise. Where as, I was just amused at how easily he'd lost all his manliness points.
Anyway, since I last wrote. Thursday, was spent in the office entirely failing to write the same thing I spent Friday and today failing to write. In the evening, I had dinner with Alana and Mike before going to Allen Hall to see a play Mike's brother was in. The result was unfortunately school play like. In fact, it made me remember Denise Walsh quite foundly, she'd never have let anything quite so blantantly amatuer on her stage without, at least, yelling at everyone involved first. Friday, office as previously mentioned followed by work drinks at the Ministry of Health (thanks to Oli), dinner with my father and brother, a gig at Backstage (Neave has a very pretty voice - though I'm pretty sure she finds me intolerably creepy), more work drinks at MoH, and then a kegger to finish off the night. Saturday, I went to a bike ride to Forrester Park, but was completely buggered by the time I got almost there so just turned about and coasted home (turns out the valley has a lot more slope along it that I'd guessed). I then spent the afternoon with Alana, wandering down to Chingford and enjoying the lovely weather while my washing dried nicely at home.
27th August 2007 - Rufus, Mart.
Very vivid weird dreams have lead to me feeling tired and cranky today (it's not even like I ate cheese or took hallucinagenics before going to bed). And I still feel like I've been kicked in the arse after Saturday's cycling efforts. Today shall be unpleasant, especially to those who have to be around me.
28th August 2007 - Augustine, Bp. and Doct.
Arse. While I was in the shower it started raining, so my basically dry washing now isn't. Stupid freaking spring weather.
Yesterday morning I spent blind panicking, until noon when I handed over what I had and had lunch before my supervisorial meeting. The meeting didn't go well. Basically my supervisor thinks I'm a retard and has given me today to rewrite everything I've spent the last week panicking over in an attempt to prove I'm not too stupid to live. I don't see me passing this test. It is putting my blood pressure up interestingly, I have pokey out blood vessels of creepiness.
My plan for today, stress like a crazy while hating gender theory with a fiery passion, and hoping my eye balls don't explode out of my head.
My eyes survived the day still inside my head. Though they don't seemed convinced that that was a good plan - there is some pain going down in my face. Stupid blood pressure and stupid feeble human body.
Stree levels were high most of the day - except for lunch with Catriona, which was very beneficial to not exploding. I got a couple fo pages written, which is about a third what my supervisor seemed to think I could magic out of the air in the time. At five I decided if I stayed any longer I'd end up raving like a loon or chucking - it could go either way, or both.
On the way home I passed Simon, which had I been feeling even the tiniest bit people friendly would have been awesome but as I wasn't lead to me probably coming off as a complete cunt. But he's known me for years, so will just assume I come across that way because I am that way.
I got chippies on the way home, had a chat to Alana and then got invited out to a party dinner. I was quite glad I'd already et, so could get out of it without needing to warp the truth. Really not people friendly.
30th August 2007 - SS. Felix and Adauctus, Martt.
I'm limping, which must mean it is Thursday.
Yesterday morning I had a fantastic meeting with my supervisor. He gave compliments. I came close to asking who he was and what he had done with my real supervisor. It was like my supervisor was having an attack of "real" supervisor. Basically, it led to yesterday being awesome. I know what I was doing, and the day was reasonably productive.
In the evening I delivered Battlestar Galactica to my family, as they wanted it (and I needed to use an iron to get wax out of my Kalamazoo t-shirt (which was partially successful)) and went to soccer. Soccer was awesome. Maree (I suck a Scots/Inglisc spelling) has brought along a bunch of her friends, and we got a tennis player with the court. Lots of new people, one of whom was disturbing what I go for (which is distracting occasionally), made for a good game. I think we maxed out at ten a side for a bit, which I'm pretty sure is the most people we've ever had.
Slightly disturbed. Multiple people have already commented on reading the above. I'm not supposed to have multiple readers in the same day. It is just not right.
Today was not too productive. I've mostly worked out the bones of my chapter argument but arranging them in to a skeleton isn't working so well. Off to Alana's for dinner soon, I suspect it'll awesome - possibly even too school for cool (and no, I have no idea what that is supposed to be implying).
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