I make bad choices

 Tuesday, I had an OT appointment where I agreed to try to walk more.  Then went to the writing group to gossip, vaguely refer to our various novel projects and then gossip some more.  And then I went Firmin for Nando's with Simon and Joe.  Then we all watched the Leader's Debate together and got angry at how bias toward Judith Collins the filming was.

Wednesday, I went to roleplaying in the evening.  I don't recall if I did anything else but have a vague feeling I walked somewhere.  Yup, my phone thinks I walked 1.7km while carrying it, so I went somewhere.....

Thursday, I think I may have stayed home and just watched YouTube animated history videos while pretending that I was learning.

Friday, I went to town and had delicious lunch from Kenko with Dalton, to whom I lent my Dr Horrible DVD as he had not seen it - which can not be allowed.  As the OT has me paying attention to my walking it was a 7.8km day, hanging out with Dalton in town for a bit but not doing anything too exciting.

Yesterday, I went to the Duke of Wellington to catch up with Tavendale and a couple of his friends, as he was down on flights booked for the cancelled Amanda Palmer concert.  Then dashed home to meet my family (as dad had come down for the weekend) and go to the new middle eastern restaurant on Filleul St, alsultan.  I ordered poorly and got a disappointing meal that would have been better and cheaper from a turkish place, but Ev got something that looked pretty awesome.  So the bad is somewhat mine.

Today....

Today, I made bad choices.

I took my super gay umbrella into the rain to go meet someone I have been chatting to for a while for brunch.  The plans was Perc, but it was full so we went to the cafe next door.  I got a good sandwich.

Then we went for a walk and chat, leading to having walked 14.8km today by my phone's count.  it also led to being rather sunburnt, because the weather changes more than expected and I felt too weird using an umbrella to block sun.

So I am this red when it is supposed to snow tomorrow.  I am such a fucking winner.

And then the day got away from me.  A meeting that was purely an as friends thing rapidly shifted under me and I may now be sort of dating someone.  Someone I never really consented to anything going that direction with.  I am very uncertain how I feel about it.  Especially as he is another guy who claimed to have (a lot of) trouble understanding my accent.  Why can't any kiwis like me ever?

Also, I now have a large hicky on my neck only two days before the neck biopsy I am booked in for.  Nurses shall mock me.