Kate’s allegedly a human (although increasingly right-wing bigots would say otherwise). She’s definitely not a vampire, despite what some other people claim. She’s also mostly built out of spite and overcoming oppositional-sexism, racism, and other random bullshit.
So she’s either a human or a lizard in disguise sent to destroy all of humanity.
Either way, she’s here to reassure that it’s all fine.
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Isn’t technology Brilliant!
Because, right, they’ve made the MOT test in the UK all computerised right, which means that it’s all done by computers which is Brilliant. Right. And that means that when the computer network goes down. They can’t do any tests. Which is Brilliant! Aren’t computers Brilliant. So I can’t do my bike’s MOT test today…
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The clumsy girl and the day
So, it’s morning. I’ve had breakfast, watched Azumanga Daioh, had a shower and managed to check my bike’s brakes (spongy, but better. Added more fluid. Better still, still spongy though. Hopefully passable. I can now not pull them back to the bar). And I started to think about work. Grabbed breakfast bowl/mug/cafetiere, headed down the…
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Cherry LIVES! (Nearly)
Well, to be accurate, Cherry is fine; she’s minutes from MOTable. It’s taken about 5 and a half hours of work (including the 30 minutes of me storming around the garage cursing the crosshead-screwdriver stealing pixies. I think they’re in the yellow bag. Where the yellow bag is I’m yet to find out. But it…
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Woooooot.
The world is peachy keen and super cool today. Why you ask… WHY? Well, because: I have the bits to fix my motorcycle in a little box behind me. I have completed the 2000 word essay. I have completed all my EU Packs. I have completed my learning outcomes. The bike is insured from tomorrow.…
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Fashion Statements
Tonight I’ve chosen to make a fashion statement. Specifically, tonight’s statement is: “I’m a clumsy pig who’s managed to poor coffee all down herself”. In other news, coffee tastes better when drunk.
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Ah, working, yes, hrm.
I spent half an hour this morning trying to convince myself to get up, the thought of yet more nursing work just made me want to curl up in a heap. Nikki rang, and on discovering I wasn’t up said that it didn’t matter, but that prompted me to crawl out of my burrow and…
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Return to planet Earth
Okay, I’ve ceased ranting. Mostly because I realised that the learning outcomes tied into the questions way better than the ones in the pack, which made life a lot easier. It’s now finally printed and done. That’s all of them done. All of them. All the EU Packs are *done*. I just need to go…
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Paranoia
I’m beginning to think that the entire purpose of the Midwifery pack is to wind me up, and to cause me as much stress as is humanly possible. I’d just declarred it finished. Actually finished. Ready to print finished. And I decided, because of paranoia to burn a copy of my work folder to CD…
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Got you you bastards…
Due to the hilariously witty nature of the Midwives at my uni, the EU pack stated as it’s final question: Read Smith, 1995. Compare to your plan. This was cunning, because it didn’t include any papers by ‘Smith’ at all in the reference list. None. Not so much as a cheesey biscuit. And yet, it…
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Damn their eyes…
Or at least their abuse of the letter z. And damn them for winning. It’s not stigmatized, it’s stigmatised… Aaaaugh.