25th December 2001, 23:12.
Well, it’s been an odd xmas day/eve. I suppose a quick rundown of what I got for Xmas? Well – A picture, this one’s a bit hard to describe – its a watercolour of a building and of a architectural drawing of it – apparently it’s from the late 19th century. Anyway, I like it :-)
A copy of Stephen Fry’s new book, a photograph album, some incense, I think that’s it. It’s downstairs in the lounge (well, there was a packet of shortbread and something else…Oh, yes, an excercise book – a small hint from my mother there then).
Anyway, so, I’m sat here with RSI, waiting for a tape to be sampled….and then encoded. Can I just moan for a second? EAC – Exact Audio Copy, is the only piece of software I’ve got on this machine which can record from the Line in on this soundcard. Okay, so I record a track and say “Convert to MP3”. Argh! I’ve set it to 256kbps, and for this track 128kbps is more than enough (it’s speech). So I hit Cancel conversion…does it just stop conversion? No. It also deletes the original Wav file.
*sigh*
Which is actually why you’re getting a diary entry. I wasn’t going to do it now – I was feeling lazy. But because I’m stuck here trying to do this one more time – just to check it works ‘fore tomorrow.
Anyway, so.
It’s kind of been stressful – nice, but stressful. It’s scary, because my dad is beginning, no, more than beginning, he’s showing distinct chemotherapy related problems. I suppose I’m still used to him being so completely well, all the time. And he’s not anymore. Although it sounds like the chemo is helping. I’m hoping that it’s working. Godess I’m hoping that it’s working.
It’s also been kind of hard because John was here, John is my little Nephew – and he was being very well behaved – and very sweet….and of course I start thinking about the fact I can’t have kids.
Which is fairly unhealthy. So I’ve been on IRC trying not to think about it – and encoding this ancient (well, okay, about 6 y/o) radio program….
*sigh* I felt so lonely last night, missing k, R and L. *sigh*
I think that might be why I’m avoiding going to bed. I don’t want to go to bed alone, again. It’s so much worse than being alone in Brizzle, because in brizzle if I’m on my own I can hear k and R…
Anyway, I’m hungry. And tired. And it’s nearly finished encoding.
—
Kate E