I thought it had only been a few days, it has been 10. 10 days where this thing is getting hundreds of hits from Russia again. My disappointing English is being used for something.
Anyway. Last week. Happened, I'm pretty sure.
On Monday, I delivered my 24 hour collection and got some blood tests done. Then in the evening I went to the Harry Potter quiz that was on at the Kensington with Midget's family. I didn't contribute much, I think I only gave two answers that no-one else in the team knew. And my brain was weirdly taken by the odd-looking middle-aged quiz-master. First time I have found someone that appealing in a long time, and total weirdo. Also, probably straight and married with kids.
Also, we won the quiz. By three points. So I am pretty sure the team would have won even if I wasn't there.
On Tuesday morning I had a fire drill - first one in the new building. Since I was up I actually made it to Artsenta for the first time in months and wrote a poem about taking an electric shock to the junk. Because I am class embodied.
Then brain-poking where pretty much all we talked about was my anxiety about how I was doing psychotherapy wrong, and that led into a more talk about my chronic health problem than I have done in a long time. I assume most people don;t care to hear it - even those who ask generally go off listening pretty quick (that may be mostly Shitlord baggage - he who thought it was all just a failure to think positively).
That evening I went to Speights fr dinner with my dad, without my sister for once. It was actually really nice - I don't spend that much time with my dad when I am not having to be on guard against some impossible to predict 'misstep' amongst the landmines of my sister's crazy.
On Thursday I left the house to get lunch with Oli. And it stopped me going too many days at home.
When I next left my unit was again Oli related, when he invited me out on Sunday. An afternoon tea thing with some friends I haven't seen in the years since their wedding, hosted at Oli's cousin's place. I failed to human well, but was nice to see Oli and Greer - and I do a decent job of getting along with their preschoolers.
Monday I was feeling vaguely destroyed from stupidly playing some Sims 4 when I should have been sleeping. D&D in the evening was nice, though my character was pretty background follower-ish as I was too tired to suggest much.
Yesterday, I made it to Artsenta again (mostly as the guy who runs the writing group had emailed some non-subtle guilt tripping). Then brain-poking which was almost entirely on my feelings around my physical health.
Today was my fortnightly GMing. I didn't roll a dice the whole night. For the second week running the players just tried to seduce townies while I snuck in heavy-handed exposition.
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