Jul 31st, 2005 Posted in General | no comment »
I’ve over caffinated myself. Two coffees at 7:00 and 8:30 – and now it’s 23:47 and I can’t bloody sleep.
I’m going to do my Summative personal assessment for my A&E placement (since I can’t sleep). I’m really going to miss that place, but I need to earn some money – so I guess… yeah. It’s probably a good thing that it’s over.
Jul 31st, 2005 Posted in Creative, General, Pride, Video, films | no comment »
Yes, finally finished. It’s here for your downloading pleasure.
Jul 30th, 2005 Posted in General | no comment »
It are raining.
It’s been raining most of the day.
So what happens? Our water main has exploded! Voosh!
And uh, we’ve now got no water. Apparently we’re not going to have any water all day. Brizzy water have turned up and given us some finest bottled tap.
Mind you it did provide a huge amount of amusement as someone in a huge 4×4 ‘merkian stylee pickup-super-armoured-personel-carrier-hyper-truck forded the, oooh, inch deep water at all of about 0.5mph, obviously fearing the terror that could be unleashed by dampening their vehicle
And in other news I’m reeeendering viiideo.
Jul 28th, 2005 Posted in General | no comment »
That’s the primary thought in my head. Well, uncomfortable and not designed for laptop computer usage. It’s a wicker chair, with a cushion on it. It’s all lumps and arms that are too hard and too high. I’m not a big fan of wicker. It looks nice though.
That’s all a lie of course. Read the rest of this entry »
Jul 27th, 2005 Posted in General | no comment »
That’s what everyone keeps saying every time they come in to my parents room. Every time. For the last 2 days that I’ve been here, the same track of Tibetan Buddhist chanting has been playing, continuously, on repeat. It’s not a complaint, it’s beautiful music, slightly sad, but very relaxing.
Which helps.
My dad has rallied since yesterday; indeed, he’s sufficiently ‘with it’ to decide that he doesn’t want morphine. Morphine takes the person away, not the pain – at least that’s the way I feel about it, and so does my dad. Which is not what he wants, he doesn’t like being asleep all the time (he hates the fact that he’s constantly asleep) – and so upping the morphine is not a plan he likes. So now, we’ve gone for fentanyl, or more accurately he’s gone for an increased dose of fentanyl.
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