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07/08/2002 Archived Entry: “Urgh”
Picture the scene….
It’s 9:34 on a monday morning. A small and untidy bedroom with a green double bed and some sheets that are coming up to needing a clean. There’s a girl with medium-long brown hair lying under a duvet and just waking up.
She looks at the alarm clock, mumbles something about wanting some water, yelps, scrabbles around in the bag next to the bed pulling out a dirty pair of jogging bottoms and grabbing a black teeshirt (which she, in her rush puts on backwards). Then she incoherantly expresses something about “shoes” – and runs down the stairs.
Pausing only to grab keys and half-stick her shoes on she runs out the door yelling “doctor’s appointment” and “shit, shit, shit, shit”.
That was me this morning. Still, I made it in time for my appointment (granted with my hair a complete state, I’d not remvoed the fuzz from my face, my teeshirt was on backwards and I’d not got my trainers on properly). So, tomorrow they’re going to thieve some blood from me (oooh, fun) for my biannual blood test. This time they might even test everything they should (since they’ve now got my notes, apparently, although last time I saw them they were rather bigger which is a bit disturbing).
So. Yes. The one good thing about this was that despite my extremely disheveled state not one person presumed I was male. Yay, Go me… ;-)
Unfortunately I feel like hell, having not ingested enough water yesterday. So I’ve got a fairly awful headache (not aided by this mornings rather rapid departure from the house).
Anyway, so, I had a really nice weekend – although I’m thoroughly knackered after it – much of it spent (with Lauren) clearing out my parents garage – although we’ve now got the first processor board my dad designed, it’s floating point unit, the first board my dad laid out; I think; a bound copy of a big chunk of the code he produced…
That seemed to make him happy – he’d put it all in “stuff to get thrown away” – we took it to the tip, and then saved it. We also picked up some rackmount boxes – and some other bits and bobs. Sadly the first real computer my dad built had to go in a skip. I’d’ve kept it but there’s *really* no space for it. As it is we’ll be off to the tip later to take the old mattress from my room and the oven from the garden, probably.
Anyway, after another run to the tip on Sunday we headed over to the world’s most expensive non-london carpark in Oxford. I’m impressed by the fact they managed to make me feel good about paying 8 pounds for 8 hours parking. Yes, they did this by the cunning means of making me think I was going to have to pay 12 pounds.
Anyway, carparking fees aside – I had a really good day in Oxford with Peter, Stephanie, James and Lauren. A quick pub lunch (roast dinner, really nice, bit heavy on the gravy), lots of mooching around shops (mostly book shops, very dangerous but remarkably I came away with my cards completely untouched), attempting, briefly to find me new jeans (failed – Mad House in oxford only seemed to carry three lines of womens jeans, none of which were very nice).
A brief stop for a milkshake and then off to the Cinema – where we saw Minority Report. Now this film doesn’t have the most inspiring title, but looked cool. Oddly for an american film, it’s one where the title becomes meaningful when you’re part way through the film – which was, incidentally, a film I enjoyed. My only criticism is that some of the product placement was particularly, well, blatant…..
Anyway, I’ll stop wittering in case people haven’t seen it.
Then we finally headed over to a cafe which serves bagels. Now I’ve not previously understood people liking bagels – actually, that’s not strictly true – I’d tried a bit of one lauren had and thought that was nice, but prior to that, the only bagel I had was a rock hard object from some railway cafe.
It was ‘orrible.
But anyway, we went to this place who’s name has totally escaped me, where I had a *really* *really* good bagel. Okay. I understand bagels now.
So yes. Then we headed back home where I flaked out in bed…forgetting to set my alarm, which brings us back to this am.
