Who ate the first half of the year? It was you, wasn't it? Bastard.
7th July 2008 - Trans. of S. Thomas, Mart. The Feast of Relics is celebrated on the first Sunday after the Feast of the Trans. of S. Thomas.
For all my promises to write in this thing more regular like, it's just plain not going to happen.
I's slack.
On Saturday, Volume Two of Absolute Sandman arrived. So pretty, and I'm getting very impatient for Volume One to arrive. I read Sandman entirely out of order the first time, and have bugger all idea of the actual chronology of the series, so I'm looking forward to reading it in order. And I'm a sucker for a pretty edition. It is possibly sad how much I like book for the book-ness of them.
Sunday night I had a great dinner at the casino. Turns out their meals are surprisingly good value (especially when paid for with quiz winnings so not actually costing me anything). And quizzed again afterward. It occurs to me I've probably not mentioned the two quiz nights (though both with the exact same quiz) I went to the week previous. I guess mentioning not mentioning them counts as catching up on things.
Otherwise I've been up to massive amount of fuck all. Mostly just sleeping, playing the occasional computer game and rereading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell (in my own copy - thanks to the wonderful Cassie).
And I'm waiting for the specialist still. I should hopefully get a date sometime pretty damn soon. I keep catching myself finding suicide looking a bit too sensible and practical - I'm guessing it means I've been in constant pain for slightly longer than my discomfort tolerance is willing to put up with. The good part of all this thinking about the sweet end to all pain, is that I'm now pretty certain I'm too nutty to top myself. It's good to know that one way I won't be going out. I guess that makes me being murdered by someone I grated on the nerves of too much the leading contender...
16th July 2008 - Trans. of S. Osmund.
On Saturday morning my Absolute Sandman volume one arrived. So I've mostly been curled up in bed reading ever since (a bit of that time was taken finishing up Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell as I could bare to leave it uncompleted).
Sunday night I had dinner at the casino with Oli and Bridget and quizzed again.
Only other news, I finally have an appointment with the specialist, fingers crossed that something comes of it.
23rd July 2008 - Apollinaris, Bp. and Mart.
On Friday morning I saw the specialist. I'm not sure I've ever met anyone ever who seemed so powerfully disinterested in their job. Even checkout chicks seem more interested than my specialist did. It did lead to me having the most adorable sticking plaster (featuring a bunny and carrots) on (after many, many blood tests - I think they used six different coloured things, I didn't know there were that many (I didn't watch the first one, so there may possibly have been a double up)) when I met Emily at school for lunch. Then home for an afternoon of sleep, being woken by JWs and then sleep again.
Otherwise my days have most been filled with sleep and the reading of Sandman. I finished the third volume yesterday - and am impatient for November when the fourth is being published.
Today I missed my nap. Which was a stupid plan as it meant starting the evening feeling very, very shit. The idea of any of the food I had here to make was making me feel sick. So I got takeaways. The thought of takeaways wasn't nauseous - the eating however.....
In happier news, I found out this evening that I'm getting rushed up the MRI list - the threatened nine month to a year wait has instead become a two week one (if my mother's reading of my mail is to be trusted (who'd have parents, really?)).
I should go sleep.
25th July 2008 - James, Ap.
Turns out I hadn't checked my email in six days and for almost the entirety of said six days I'd had an email from my flatmate telling me he was moving out - something which had never been so much as mentioned in the six days of chatting about nothing every evening. Which means I'll have to tighten the purse strings, as I'm not massively in the mood for new people - but can't really afford to be flatmateless for too long. Upside, it means my slight pet peeves with him as a flatmate will never have time to mature into full on annoyances. That's got to count for something, I guess.
Otherwise I've just been being entertained by the appointment sheet from the MRI people at the hospital. I have to ring ahead and warn them if I'm claustrophobic or pregnant. I'm also not allowed to wear makeup on the day.
30th July 2008 - SS. Abdon and Sennes, Martt.
I'm in a grump today - though managing to not take it out on anyone, by having not talked to anyone all day. Possibly not the best way to deal, but it's how it worked out (partially through other people not talking to me).
Anyway, Friday I went to Oli's work drinks so as to pretend to be human for a while. Saturday I mostly slept. Sunday night I went out for dinner and quiz with Oli and Bridget, and Erin. It was a good night, though Bridget and me will possibly never entirely get along. Monday, I don't remember at all which probably means I just slept. Yesterday I went to school for a free Tibet meeting and got roped in to running some stuff for the human rights Olympics next week. Upside, I caught up with Lynda while passing through the office.
Okay, I'm off to bed in the hope sleep will make me less misanthropic tomorrow.
31st July 2008 - Germanus, Bp. and Conf.
My cunning plan didn't pan out. I was in too much pain to sleep properly and what little sleep I had was disturbed by weird pain-related dreams. Weirdness bonus points in the dream go to the fact I sat down to a meal and it was entirely of paper clips. My upcoming MRI is possibly more on my mind than I had realised. And now that I'm thinking about it while awake - eating paperclips beforehand would be an utterly cuntastic thing to do to the radiologists. It'd be a bit on the messy side.
It's just on lunch time and I'm eating bacon and egg sandwiches preparing to clean the house... But the housing inspector turned up early so I guess the cleaning will only be for my benefit now. Oh well.
Oh, I remember Monday now. I was going to go see a film at the film festival but slept in till lunch time and it was too late to get there for it.
Can't think of anything else to say, should probably go clean. My cleaning standards have slipped significantly since Anson moved in and it's time I pick up the slack.