Still doing the essay. I’ve taken breaks for food, sleep, to get some food shopping, and Battlestar Galactica. I’m now completely wrecked, I’ve still not finished and I just want to sleep.
I want to sleep so badly, but instead of sleeping I’m probably going to have a whacking great cup of coffee. I’m just waiting for my old Suzanne Vega CD to finish ripping, but it’s stuck on track 15. I’ll probably stick it in the WinPC and see if that does it. Oooh, bizzarely ripping all the other tracks first and then ripping track 15 seems to have cured it. How odd.
Am now worried about moving house. I hate moving house, I knew I’d have to, but I’m going to have a second car in tow, one which I can’t use on the road. Unless we move *before*. I dunno. I’m just tired and cranky and I’ve got 600 words left to write. At least I’m quite pleased with my conclusion (yes, I wrote that just now, ‘cos I worked out what I wanted to write). Anyway, ripping complete so I’m going to go and do some more essaying.
Incidentally, sorry for the downtime yesterday. This is because I’m a moron and I renewed the wrong domain name.
So. Been doing essay on and off all evening.
1,542 words. Of 4,000. Nearly half way.
It’s a hard one this one. Mostly because I know what I found interesting about the research, and to be honest, it’s not quite as relevant to the question as I’d like. I’d really like to write about why diabetic patients have poor outcomes, but it’s not really the question.
Still, saves me overpapering the thing I guess.
Anyway, whinge: Why is it whenever I check the milk I buy in the supermarket it’s a perfectly sealed container. I have never, not once, not ever, found an open one in the supermarket. The only occasions I get leaky containers of milk are the times I forget to check. Mysteriously, then, I’ll select the leaky one, and stick it in the top of my shopping where it can leak all over anything, or like today, I’ll leave it lying on the seat. Thank god for vinyl upholstry. Now there’s a phrase I never thought I’d say.
I shall mostly be writing my essay….
But I thought I’d share one of todays Darwin Award candidates. The man who, this lunch time, attempted to use a set of jumpleads on a petrol station forecourt. Thankfully, someone spotted what he was up to and said “Nooooooooo!”
So there you go.
Anyway, back to essays.
…or at least, me talking about my problems helps me to change them.
The things that I’ve known I do for a long time, and which I needed to change, I feel more aware of. I feel like I can try to change some of them.
This is ‘a good thing’ :)
I am exhausted. There’s so much to talk about, and so much I need to think about. Why did it all have to come out when I’ve got an assignment to do? Why do I find this stuff so easy to write when I should be thinking about the pile of paper over there. Why do I feel a desparate urge to buy Podge and Rodge DVDs when I should quite definately *not* be spending money.
Tired, exhausted. I keep coming back to that. I am exhausted; mentally and physically.
So, there’s two problems with watching the last episode of The Long Way Round. One: I’m single, most of the time it’s okay, but watching reunions, and romantic stuff (watched a bit of Tipping the Velvet yesterday) really can suck. Two: I MISS MY BIKE!
I know it’s sheer lazyness on my part, and I know that the only reason for it not working is because I broke it though sheer damned stupidity (I knew the oil was low and I still parked on a flipping slope) – but I can’t believe that the frigging thing could kill itself quite so bloody quickly.
So I need to take it to bits.
It’s all I need to do.
Then at least I’ll know if it’s fixable by me, or if I’ve permanently screwed the top/bottom bearings/cylinder.
Then I can fix it.
Then I can ride it.
God I miss riding it.
Watching “Long Way Round” has made me miss my bike so damn much. And every day I see the sorry little object. Every day I look at it. Every day I feel guilty that I’ve not fixed it. I *have* to fix it soon. I miss it. I put so much damn money into it. I must be able to fix it. I can’t explain what riding the bike feels like. The freedom. The connection to the world. You are part of it, it is part of you, it can hurt you, but you feel so alive.
I miss my bike. Frankly, I miss Ais too. She understood. I’m surrounded by non-bikers and ex-bikers. I miss my bike.
In case you didn’t know, the music behind the K700i mirror ad is “Death In Vegas – Hands Around My Throat”. This is the second Death in Vegas song I’ve heard off an ad. I’m beginning to think it might be time to invest in a Death in Vegas CD. Any recommendations anyone?
In other news, TV is evil. I now want: Joan of Arcadia, Battlestar Gallactica, Dead like me (because my DVDs never did arrive) and The L Word on DVD. Nyargh! I want!
I never used to really watch TV and now there’s 3 series which I watch, (including Long Way Round, which I’d forgotten about) that I want to *have* for me so I can watch them. Oh, and a decent tv. I wonder if I’ll win that Sky competition for a telly. That’d be nice. I’d have to sell it, but at least I could buy a decent lower-end one….. although that might encourage me to watch more films and TV. Hrm.
My list of CDs that I wish to own grows ever larger; and my need for more storage space so that I never actually have to piss about with real CDs…… God I’m lazy :)
I wonder if I can make the other laptop I’ve got ‘go’. That’d save a lot of effort on the music player front! God I’m lazy. Anyway I should get back to my study of diabetes…..
Oh…and I’d forgotten, I want the Invader Zim DVDs too…..So much for my not-involved-in-consumer-society thoughts!
I need a slap. Don’t ask me why, I probably won’t explain. But I do; I just need a slap.
Today was without doubt one of the weirdest days of my life; also one of the most fun; and one of the most tiring. I’m still rather wary of saying too much; although I think I’m probably saying waaaay to little and being incredibly cryptic. So, anyway, if you know me but don’t know what I’m on about then just give me a shout; I can talk forever about what I spent today doing! Although I am shattered.
Mind you the Bed at 23:30, waking up at 3am, staying up ’til 5am, sleep ’till 6:30am, up at 7am…. probably doesn’t help with that. I’m kinda freaked by how far we’ve got, Nikki and I; and how much further we have left to go.
In other; semi-related; news I found a really gorgeous 1930’s deskfan today; it’s going to take a pile of work to make it function; with a shattered bearing, nearly seized motor, a burned out/badly contaminated resistor/controller, damaged grille and dangerous wiring it’s a lot of work waiting to be done. The grille and wiring are the only really easy bit.
But it still looks the part. Needs a bit of a polish!
Uh, and Ladomat: Wir is still a fabulous album to chill out and calm down to; lava lamp, candles and mexican food….
So, I spent an hour and a bit with my councellor today. I feel so much better; apparently it is just ‘good to talk’. Got another appointment next week. I’m slightly disappointed that it’s only a 6 week thing, I feel like I could do with this kind of freedom to talk about anything for the whole of my life!
So that rocked.
And I got some history for Rebecca, one of her past owners e-mailed me with a bit of her history. She was owned by a spinster in the past; how appropriate is that? Apparently, when I got her the 60,000 miles might actually have been about accurate! It’s so nice to have a bit of history behind my car. She’s got some history; she’s not just my random blue minor now. She’s got a past, a present and a future :-)