Summer warm runs out and winter cold starts to get going.
9th April 2009.
After writing the last entry I wondered in to town and had lunch with Emily at the new place, Fusion, across from Knox Church. It was not somewhere I would recommend anyone to ever go, it was a bit terrible. On the way home I made the mistake of buying Neverwinter Nights 2 just because it was really cheap. It is pretty much all I've done since.
Thursday last week, I caught up with Andrew Tavendale while he was down. Then got back to my game. I'm far too easily addicted. That said, it's taking me a long time to get through - what with the fact I can still only computer in little bursts.
I was internetless on and off for a while as my adsl modem died, and has now been replaced with my old telecon one, once I worked out how to reprogram it to connect to not telecon.
On Sunday, we didn't quiz. We went for it and found they had moved it so we could only eat or quiz, not both. We went with eating and watching the F1. It was the Malaysia one, which was rained out.
Monday, I had dentist. It didn't go awesome, but dentistry never does. It was slow and annoying but aparantly went according to plan. On the way home I flaked out on the stairs and fell forward before sliding down the stairs. There was much noise and pain but fortunately the noise didn't rouse any nosy neighbours. I spent Tuesday at home nursing the aches and worrying I'd broken a finger, but come Wednesday the finger could bent aain and had mostly stopped hurting so I guess it is okay.
Wednesday night, ie. last night, I spent at Oli and Bridget's eating chinese takeaways (dodgy lemon fish) and making birthday cards for a party I'm off to tonight.
Today, done bugger all and feel like crap. But it's time I shower and dress and head off, I have a party at a strip joint to attend. I'm really not keen on the venue, but I'm getting out of the house and I'm sure that is what matters.... or something.
My meds are pissing me off. The mood swings from the last dosage change still haven't settled down and everything hurts. Being irrational is also making me pissy at people and will probably kill a friendship or two of mine. Some of which I think have been on the edge of breaking for a long while as it was.
Time to stop putting it off and sort going to see boobies. Also have to get off the net before I make a scene at one of my friends, who I'm feeling exceptionally angry at for very little reason.
14th April 2009 - SS. Tyburcius, Valerianus, and Maximus, Martt.
I should actually write in this thing, but I'm too lazy. Instead I'm just going to participate in a Google Bomb with the following:
Amazon Rank.
I may be back and write later if I'm more awake.
22nd April 2009.
Okay, when I last wrote I was about to go see boobies. Big V's birthday party at the strip joint. I met up with Oli, Bridget and Greer and hang out for a little before we all headed down to the venue. It was less interesting in itself that I had expected and sort of looked like any sports club or RSA, except the stage had three poles and there were no windows. Then there were the dancing naked ladies. It seems I am all full of the wrong sort of objectification. Rather than oogling, I was judging their flaws and wondering what their families would think if they saw how much the girls were degrading themselves. I think being utterly sober really didn't help. In the knowledge I would most likely never go to a strip joint again, I got the cheap lapdance light from the stripper that both looked the most dead on the inside and didn't actually touch people but just gave the illusion of it (as I said, being the sole sober person in there meant I had a slightly different view of what was going on). I went home pretty early, as the creepiness of it all and the strobe lights had conspired to mean I was having pretty much a terrible time. On the way home I found an unconcious and unresponsive guy in the street down the hill from my house so decided to try and do the right thing and call the police. It was weird how they seemed more interested in who I was making the call than in what it was about - whereas I was a little paranoid I was calling in a corpse.
Good Friday, I lazed about the house for the day doing veery little while my flatmate sorted going to Auckland to see his family for the break. In the evening I headed over to Oli's and a group of us headed off to catch up with a friend back for a week or so from Wales. I got home relatively early and slept.
In the morning I was woken by my flatmate coming in - I assumed from a morning smoke outside. He headed off to Auckland and I headed off to Taieri Mouth with Oli, Bridget, Greer and Dan. It was a nice sleep over - though I did get picked on a bit for letting the side down through my being a single and not a pair. It's always great when well meaning friends make perpetual singledom suck far, far worse than usual. We had roast dinner after sunset, once lent was over. Oh how delicious meat is after almost seven weeks mostly without. And then we had an awesome night of Hero Quest playing.
On Easter Sunday we went to the petting zoo just south of Taieri Mouth and had a pretty blobbing-out sort of day before just me and Oli went to the quiz (the girls having a girls night thing and Dan being sleepy (hungover)). It went pretty well, having a bunch of questions I knew enough to make guesses of awesome and leading to a comfortable lead (also, Oli is freaky knowing of the useless).
Monday and Tuesday were of wearing pjs all day and being lazy (and a bit miserable). The acting like a person for the weekend had left me burned out and days of sleep were required to recover. On Tuesday evening I had a police officer turn up hunting for my flatmate. Which was a bit surreal.
Wednesday my father and brother got back from Canada. Within a few hours I'd have happily seen them sent back again to stay.
Too sleepy to write more, will try to follow on from here tomorrow. Bits from above intertwine entertainingly.
28th April 2009 - Vitalis, Mart. With ruling of quire.
On the Friday evening (the 17th) after dinner with my dad I had drunken Oli visit unannounced (something that never happens, for all the standing invites I've put out there). He hung out here for a whikle and then we headed back to his for some hanging out with some of Bridget's friends and beating them at Articulate. The night was also made entertaining by Bridget being crankier than usual in a very focused on Oli way (yay for anger not being focused on me).
I don't really remember the Saturday at all, so it is probably fair to say I didn't do anything to interesting. Or possibly at all.
On the Sunday morning, Simon dropped by. Thus proving he actually still exists for the first time in about six months (and that his msn responses aren't just a grumpy overworked bot). It was nice, I shall have to find a way of nagging him in to visiting more often that doesn't come over all nagging. In the afternoon Oli and me went to the beach to get a jar of sand and generally just be outside on a relatively nice (but blessedly un-sunny) day. Before quiz. Quiz went poorly (i.e. we just missed first), which was annoying after having won the week before by a lot with just me and Oli. We also spent a chunk of the time talking with the casino staff about the break in on Good Friday.
Monday my flatmate came back from his easter holiday for classes. When I mentioned the police had been seeking him, the story came out. It seems I was living with the drunken idiot who broke into the casino and smashed the place up.
Tuesday I had a play date with Dan, playing the Age of Mythology board game that his wife refuses to play with him. Was a good day, and Greer made us delicious dinner.
On Wednesday he said something about having to go back up to Auckland for a while and when I nmoticed how he was packing realised this meant he was walking out of the verbal lease. Checking my bank later (to find out why my balance was lower than expected after I'd bought a couple of things) I discovered he'd not paid rent in a couple of weeks. So I'm a bit out of pocket but in the scheme of things should probably be glad I don't have a drunken, Persian idiot living in my house awaiting his court appearance for burglary and other related charges.
On Thursday I went and saw my GP to get permission to drop my painkillers further, and then visited Dan and borrowed an expansion for a game I've been playing.
The dropping meds seemed like a great idea until about 2 on Friday morning when the zaps kicked in. Being woken by the sensation of someone static shocking your feet and hands. It's not as much fun as it sounds. So Friday was pretty much spent in bed feeling crap.
Saturday afternoon I went for a walk with Oli and Greer, taking in the scenicness of Blackhead. It was all good until we shortcut up a bank and halfway out my legs decided they weren't taking orders from me and I ended up faceplanted and muddy lying on a bank with nothing in me that was able to move my ridiculous mass. I really am too fat to be allowed. And I also have to learn to remember I'm too sick to do things like clamber up muddy banks. I'm so enfeebled. There may be a Ray of Enfeeblement involved. After spoiling Oli and Greer's fun through being such a downer, I got how and washed up before heading off to dinner with some fundies. I was so sleepy I zoned out through most of it, but still ended up accidentally helping them convert someone (through seeing what they were failing to say it and saying it in a useful way out of frustration at their talking around it clumsily).
Sunday I was very, very sore and could barely lift or bend my arms at all until well in to the afternoon. It was pretty unpleasant. Okay, I did force my limbs to work when they hadn't wanted to, but as levels of revenge go it was a bit ridiculous. So I pretty much split the day between bed and quietly playing Mask of the Betrayer (which I'm entirely understanding why Dan got bored and didn't finish). In the evening I went to my grandparents' for dinner as it was my grandmother's birthday. I mostly managed to not fight with my family - which was good considering how crap I was feeling. Then off to coming third in quiz, which was depressing. Though if we'd got the ponderous in the first few rounds (rather than not at all) we'd have come first.
Yesterday, I spent two hours upside down while a left handed dentist fought right handed equipment to give me a filling, which is too big and I really have to go back and get fixed.
Slothful day of achieving nothing. Had lots of plans that didn't happen, like cutting my hair (though my clippers are still broken and my attempts to fix them just seem to make them worse - so it won't be a great cut) and cleaning out all the post-Allan dirt in my flat so it's ready when someone new comes looking.
In lighter news I seem to have made a internet friend, who I'll catch up with some day soon and either make a new friend (something that doesn't happen often (making me glad of Greer and Dan)) or it'll just become something that happened. Anyway, I should go sleep (this entry having been written in bursts over about 13 hours) as I should probably head to the dent school in the morning and get the filing taken down a little before it drives me crazy or breaks.
