Month: December 2004

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.

Ah well.

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’ :)