Titling of posts is for nerds

On Thursday morning I got confirmation that my paperwork had been delivered to the High Commission.  One less thing to stress about.
In the afternoon I headed out to socialise with a new-ish friend.  I suddenly feel all of that title has to be broken down and analysed.  New-ish in that I met him properly about 5 years ago when I got too drunk at a housewarming, though I already knew his face from somewhere so think I may have met him many years earlier in a less actually meeting way.  But we only started to interact after a mutual friend had invited us both to lunch on the same day - the last time I went to The Asian.  We have never actually been very successful at the keeping in touch, because boys and effort at social interaction., but on the few occasions we have actually managed it we get along pretty well.  I think.  Definitely at friendly acquaintances, at least.  On the way to friends, if not necessarily there yet.  But the important part of this ramble is that I left the house and was social.  Even managed a hot drink at the Cannabis Museum and Cafe, and only was slightly openly judgmental of the staff (mostly only of the overly keen 'tour guide' and his rabid somewhat-brainwashed-seeming opinions on how magic weed is - also, mostly due to his eye colour and very gracile features, he looked like a weedy ginger girl wearing drag-king brownface).  That there was a grow cupboard with plants in it in the store proved that Dunedin's police have stopped caring about marijuana.  This does not surprise me.

On Friday I visited my grandmother in the late morning, as part of a scheme to make her eat by having her offer to cook for guests.  I wish I was able to ignore hunger enough to just not eat because cooking for one person is annoying effort.  Maybe it will come with old age, but that would require my succeeding to live long enough.
While I was there I got an email from the Canadian High Commission.  It seemed like things had gone horrible wrong.  After a bit of back and forth, it turned out the problem was entirely due to the person processing the form having missed a section (I had typed it in before printing, so it was there and perfectly readable).  So that got sorted after a lot of panic on my part that I had somehow screwed everything up.

I did not step out of my flat all weekend.

I watched Netflix.  Season 2 of The Punisher, and a bit of the new Grace and Frankie season.

I sulked a bit about nothing in particular (read: the semi-imaginary-one and related bull).

I tried from sugar-free candy made for diabetics.

I reacted badly to the artificial sweetener in said candy and spent about 6 hours on the shitter, being left horrible dehydrated and gross.

And I ordered a FAR too expensive meal off delivereasy because I was feeling too sick to stand long enough to cook and someone had talked up how good the (sort-of but not really a) foodtruck Good Good was at making chicken.
I am too poor for such things, but it was damn good chicken.

Also, a good amount of food helped setting down the intestinal discomfort a little.  Ish.

Everything was still pretty gross.  Water is not supposed to leave the body seeming that much like water but not having meet up with one's kidneys on the way.