Still still still still sick, so still still still still boringly ridiculous.
4th June 2008.
Saturday I lazed about until Carla came and fetched me in the attempt to make a roleplayer of me. It made for an entertaining afternoon featuring much junk food and falafel kebab goodness. Then I came home to a early night in bed - one of the only times I've been sleeping while my flatmate was still up.
Sunday morning Simon dropped around to visit. It was nice, I really do have to make a point of catching up with him more often than I do - but I always say that. He dropped off some stuff and hung out for a while. The only bad part is that for some reason Simon brings out a little too much honesty in me, and hanging out with him always pokes holes in my delusions. Fortunately he didn't acknowledge when I got a bit teary about stupid health stuff I usually do better at not being quite that bothered by. I also forgot to give him the pile of stuff I'd sorted (a book I'd borrowed off him and my Oblivion disc which I was trying to fob off on him so as to not play it again). Then I had a nap before heading to Sunday dinner at the Grandparents'. That night I had a slight attack of being sick right when going to bed - sucks to have to change linen before it has even been slept on. My patience with being sick continues to wear.
Monday, I mostly just blobbed and watched too much Kyle XY - yay for shoddy scifi...
Tuesday I returned The Dispossessed (by Le Guin) to the library, having finally finished it and it being a bit overdue. I enjoyed it but it left me thinking I should find someone who actually knows a bit about how anarchistic societies are supposed to work and see how its depiction compares. The for reasons that I can't fathom at all, I impulse purchased the Game of the Year version of Oblivion. Admittedly I got it cheaper than the expansion would have cost alone, but still.... My brain is arse.
Today, I've been home lying about feeling arse mostly. Watched a bit of Outrageous Fortune and am now sitting in my lounge with the heater on (for the third time since I've lived here) watching Lost with my flatmate - who likes it a little too much.
13th June 2008.
Okay, more than a week behind.
Last week I mostly slept away. Bits of the day going to finishing watching the third season of Outrageous Fortune and bits going to playing tiny bursts of Oblivion - though it starts to make me feel sick disturbingly quickly when I play.
Nothing too interesting has happened. I've been disliking my meds as they seem to not be pulling their weight - so I've pretty much been unpleasant all week - fortunately Simon has been out of the country and thus I've just been bottling my unpleasant instead of being a whiny bitch.
I think I'm going to go to bed rather than writing in this thing properly. Someday I'll do a better catch up in this thing, hopefully.
15th June 2008 - SS. Vitus, Modestus, and Crescentia.
I cut my hair on impulse this morning. Once again I find I'm even balder than last time, now with stay hairs left behind by the receeding hairline to point the fact out. Woot....
I spend much of yesterday with Carla and Ian. Being sociable and hanging out with them and assorted roleplayers without anyone trying to make me roleplay - it was good. And I'm almost tempted to get the Girl Genius card game.
Again to lazy to write proper, I'm going back to bed and the book I'm reading (Lonely Werewolf Girl by Martin Millar - it's better than the title would suggest).
21st June 2008.
It is late, almost 11.30, and I want to be asleep but I feel like I'd throw up if I lay down. Stupid crappy body of uselessness.
Actually, in related news, I finally got a semi-date out of the hospital a few days back. In four weeks-ish I should have an appointment. Though it's currently quiet unofficial and liable to change on me.
Okay, my memory is arse so I've bugger all idea when things happened for going back and filling in all the missing last month. Not the week just been but the one before I went and and was sociable thrice. The Monday at Lyall's farewell dinner, the Friday at a postgrad function and on the Saturday with Carla (in non-roleplaying conditions, but with Indian food instead). Go me and acting vaguely like a people. And Hooray for girls. I've hit and age now when male friends have out grown hugging, fortunately girls haven't. Nothing makes one feel appreciated more than a hug. The squelling that accompanied my arrive at a couple of things helped to. Girls are awesome.
This week I've had multiple family dinners (less awesome). Tuesday and Friday however both followed me arguing with my brother over dinner with a movie; The Incredible Hulk and Prince Caspian respectively. Neither were awesome, but both quite watchable.
Tonight I've been at Midget's birthday party. A little more excitement that I was really up for and I feel awful - and not in the nice full of awe way (awesome and aweful being closely related words, like terrible and terrific, but about awe rather than terror (I'm making up etymology - but I think I may be right (freaky, huh? (bets on when I'm likely to be right again can be emailed to...)))).
I'm beginning to think my many months of constantly fighting my body's wanting to throw up may have been the wrong approach. If I went with it instead of against I'd possibly feel less crap all the time. I can always buy new teeth later, after the acid eats them away.
26th June 2008 - SS. John and Paul.
The first of my Absolute Sandmans arrived today. Admitted it is volume three. I guess it passed volume two in the postal system somewhere. I'm far to excited. But pretty books are great.
Anyway, I'm too lazy to write, I'm off to curl up warm in bed. It's 8 in the evening, which is clearly past my bed time.
