September 2008
You can tell it's spring by the rain not having lumps in it.
3rd September 2008.
I got home from Alana's on Thursday night to have my flatmate remind me he was moving out (by returning my longer network cable and getting his shorter one back), and told me he'd be out on Saturday.
Friday, I pre-ordered a copy of Spore - even though I'm very certain it'll be a giant disappointment. No wonder that I'm always broke. Honestly it is like I have no sense at all. I had dinner with my father, brother and cousin before we all went off to The Really Authentic Gilbert and Sullivan Performance Trust production of Ruddygore. I know it it supposed to be a bit camp, but the title character, the Baronet of Ruddygore, ended up looking like Liza Minelli which is clearly taking it a bit too far. For a local production it was fine, and Midget proved she can do mad eyes as well as anyone. My tolerance for family wasn't at its best that night, which probably make me crankier than I ought to have been. Oh well.
Saturday morning, my flatmate was fully packed and good to go by breakfast (he had no furniture and basically still lived out of the luggage he arrived in - though he seems to have started buying furniture since leaving here (I'm not sure if I should be offended by that or not)). After he headed off to school for the day I went back to bed and slept through mid-afternoon. Getting up to lounge about in PJs, Anson came back from school with his new flatmate to get his stuff. She is performatively American - so I guess it means he now has someone to mock every aspect of kiwi-ness with now. Now having the place to myself, I didn't bother getting dressed all day. Go the PJs.
Sunday, I had a family dinner thing as my Aunt Jude was in town and it was only a couple of weeks away from my brother's birthday.
4th September 2008 - Trans. of S. Cuthbert, Bp. and Conf. Nine lessons, unless read in Lent.
Weird, I have no idea why I suddenly stopped writing the above.
Sunday night's family thing lead to me being late for quiz, but it was a good thing I made it as they'd doubled up on the science round assuming I'd get there and my chem degree came through a won us victory (okay, there was only one chem question - but I did pretty good at the round all up, go me).
Monday, I mostly dozed. Fortunately I was awake when the JWs turned up and turned out to be beginning to get more than a little cranky with me for my refusing to take their side on the evolution vs. creationism thing. Well, it was mostly only fortunate in that I had clothes on.
Tuesday, I didn't bother getting up or dressing all day.
Yesterday, I went to the supermarket (having lunch with Alana on the way). Otherwise didn't do much.
Today, lay in bed reading till mid afternoon, finally finishing Rocannon's World. I get why it's a classic of the genre, but it wasn't quite as good as I was expecting. And maybe a little dated.
Tomorrow Spore is out, EB rang me today to say it'd be there for me to pick up in the morning. I may dedicate a few days/weeks to proving that it isn't as good as I'd hoped. If this thing doesn't get updated in a while, that will be why.
18th September 2008.
The last two weeks weren't spent entirely playing Spore like they were meant to be. Between my computer dying and the couple fo days I was too crook to even watch TV - my Spore playing isn't so advanced as I would like and mostly the game is irking me by not living up to all the potential it had.
Well, the first day it was out I picked up my order, as EB had called me. So I played a bit that for the Friday and Saturday. Sunday my eyes were non-screen friendly and Monday morning my computer suddenly died the death. The power supply had crapped itself. Monday night I went for dinner with Aaron of the Otago Campus Christians (a fundy group that pointedly hides from denominational titles, but call fellow followers 'Saints' - he seems to have given up trying to convert me but keeps inviting me to things).
Tuesday and Wednesday I pottered about the house going a little loopy through lack of internet and thus contact with other people. Turns out at some point my shut-in-ness and the tendency of my closer friends to have skipped town means I didn't feel comfortable enough to ring anyway to chat. I'm a crazy. It also led to to realise how dependant I am on instant messaging at Simon. Somehow he's ended up the only person I really talk to about anything remotely personal. It's probably a very bad sign.
Thursday I went to the office and caught up with the girls there, mostly just as to actually interact with people. While that should have made things a bit better, Thursday night I was a bit of a mess. It occurred to me that were anything to happen to me, no one would know for weeks. I don't keep in touch with any frequently except for messaging at Simon, and he'd probably take my silence as a blessing. I don't really have anything regular in my life except for quizzes and if I didn't turn up Oli would just assume I was busy. Basically, my corpse would be found when neighbours started to complain to HNZ about the smell. I really don't see either of my friends who have keys actually using them to check on me if they hadn't heard from me in a while. No one would really miss me. And Thursday last week that seemed important and powerfully depressing.
Friday night my dad came to town. So the weekend was spend with my family (and having of Dad's laptop to remind people that I existed).
Monday night this week (after a day in bed feeling like crap), Simon came around and confirmed my diagnosis on the death of my computer and on Tuesday I went to PB Tech and bought $140ish dollars of replacement bits which Simon put in my computer that evening. Yay for Simon, and for the having of working computerage. I was feeling like quite a shit friend though, having not seen him in three months before and then him visiting just to fix stuff.
Wednesday, I played some Spore - though not much, the eyes thing again.
Today my brother visited for most of the day, and playing Spore while I blobbed out.
23rd September 2008 - Thecla, V., not Mart. With Nocturn.
Friday morning (the one just after writing the above) I had a specialist appointment at the hospital. It wasn't particularly productive. The specialist, while explaining to his med student and to the dictated letter to my doctor how much he had answered all of my questions, carefully made sure that I never managed to ask any by cutting me off every time I tried and then basically shoving me out the door. Over all, it was pretty much just depressing and a waste of time. I can't really see what came of my being there. Everything he told me was included in the last letter I was CC'd as it went to my GP, and he never let me say anything. Pretty much a big giant waste of everyone's time. After the appointment I went to the department and caught up with people. Thus got both morning tea and hugs out of Emily. A nice step up on the start of the day. Then I went home by lunchtime and stayed in the rest of the day playing Spore.
Saturday I pretty much just blobbed around home. My eyes weren't liking me (probably as punishment for hours of computer use the day before), so I did bugger all.
Sunday, I dozed on the couch watching Avatar (The Last Airbender) and in the evening went to dinner and quiz with Oli and co.
Monday, basically the same as Sunday except with fundies instead of casino dinner.
Today, more dozing with Avatar on.
I really need a life.
That said, I mostly feel too gross to leave the house. Still...
25th September 2008 - Firminus, Bp. and Mart.
I keep not taking the prescription the specialist gave me to a pharmacy. I guess I'm pretending it doesn't exist most of the time. He wants me to increase the dosage on my painkillers every two weeks, even though every time the dosage changes I get massive mood swings for about two weeks and gain the better part of a kilo per additional milligram. I don't want to get any fatter. At least I don't have to worry about getting stretch marks any more - my entirely lower abdomen is pretty much a big purple scar after the previous dose changes so I guess that part, at least, can't get any worse.
I'm just sick of being sick.
I'm off to curl up and listen to Who Killed Amanda Palmer - which I picked up on my way to Alana's for dinner.
30th September 2008 - Jerome, Presb. and Doct.
On friday morning my porridge didn't turn out well and was annoying me. Then I had Aaron and Solomon (two of the fundies who I've been dinner and bible-reading with one night a week recently) dropped around for morning tea. On the making tea it went horribly wrong when I added the milk (I then read the used by date and discovered exactly why my porridge had worked out wrong). It ended up black tea all around.
I don't remember Saturday having happened at all, though as my plan for the weekend was to stay in on call for Tina, I'm assuming I stayed in all day.
Sunday, I caught up with Tina and Mr Tina and met the spawn thereof. Spawn of Tina turned out to be a happy chubby little ball of smiles - especially happy after spitting up. Then grandparent dinner was followed by quiz. We lost for the second week in a row, which was annoying. At least this time we had a convenient scape goat, Ellen's new boy - every single time he made a point of the fact he knew an answer he led to us changing an answer that had been right to one that was wrong. Some people just suck.
Yesterday, I had to go to varsity to pick up some discs I'd lent someone. On the way home, I bought myself a copy of Charles Vess's Book of Ballads. While I'll admit that traditional English ballads aren't one of my strong points (I'd never even read Tam Lin), the book is great, and pretty. In the evening, I had fundy dinner and religious readings.
Today I was feeling to gross to do much, so I mostly lay in bed and read, finishing off the novel I was on and savouring the Vess book.
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