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So, it just looks changeable enough that I don’t fancy taking the bike (Pirate Charlie) out and sanding it (nothing to do with me just being a lazy cow then?); so I’m sat listening to Seanan McGuire’s CD again. I love getting new music – and I am weird enough that I particularly like it when it feels like it’s something that other people don’t know about. I guess I just like introducing people to new stuff, which often isn’t that hard for me – ‘cos I have such wide tastes that quite a lot of the time I join the dots between other peoples musical tastes.

Anyway, there’s a big ‘ol review of it here (the CD that is, not my musical tastes). Sufffice to say it’s currently top of my playlist – and seems to be holding it’s own nicely.

My plan was simple, incidentally. I will, I thought, put my Athlon XP together again, put up with the phenominal noisyness of it, and install *an operating system* on it. I’d not quite decided anyway – and then I realised that my cunning plan of giving away all my 17″ monitors was great – it’s cleared lots of space… except. Well. Now I don’t have any remotely movable monitors. I *can* lift the 19″ monitors, but it’s not a whole big bundle of fun. And the idea of lugging one downstairs to install an OS and then back upstairs when I’m done with it, well, it doesn’t fill me with joy. But there’s no room upstairs to put a computer because it’s filled with a half disassembled computer. So I guess I’ll leave that one for today.

Perhaps I should just flog off the board and processor.

Mrr.

I need less crap.

So I just spent half an hour chatting to Kate about Mortgages; isn’t that scary? Me. With a Mortgage. And a house. No, seriously, it’s something which looks likely to happen. I just need proof I’ve got a job and then I shall be buying a house, I hope.

ISKT – Or International Standard Kate Time. Because of my job (and it’s shiftyness) and because of my brain working the way it does, I find it ‘convenient’ to tell my body what time it is – not by any standard means of telling the time, but instead by what time I need it to be. So, it’s currently 10am ISKT. That’s because I’m working a night tonight, so despite the fact my little clock says 1400 It’s clearly 10 am. Otherwise the fact I’ve had breakfast just a little while ago and am currently sucking down a morning cup of coffee would make no sense at all.

So yeah, I’m still on the Dark Angel kick – I’ve just started Season 2 – which is very cool indeed. I will probably toddle out and put another coat of paint on Pirate Charlie who is beginning to look really, really, quite pink. I need to get some clear top-coat to put over the pink – which I’ve noticed is not has hardy as some other paints. Still, at least I’m not going for your high-quality-top-end-shiny finish, otherwise I might have been disappointed. I am getting through paint at a frightening rate though, and the pink is very…transparent. After 3 coats you can still see the patches where I’d sanded through the white top-coat to the darker undercoat on the petrol tank. Which is slighly meh. Still, I’m mostly doing this… well, because I’m strange, really. I’m mostly doing it as a bit of fun; so really I’m not desparately worried about the perfect paint finish.

Otherwise this week continues to continue. I’ve ordered the new bits for my PC – apart from the fracking new processor fan (sieve like memory, me); so I’ll have to go pick that up next week. Hopefully we should be back having an all-systems-functioning environment shortly. Well, at least some of them. I guess I should try and get the Athlon XP back up and running too – since it’d make a good DVD player…

I also need to learn all about shiny shiny endocrinology. And most importantly go and find a house – well, after I’ve got some written “you’ve got a job”. It’s all getting a bit, well, scary. I’ve got just over a month to find a house, and still no written confirmation (beyond the e-mail which has no start date, no anything really) of my job. Gaaaah.

…but it won’t work.

Fuck you universe, I’m going to cheer up whether you try and piss me off or not.

Headache (and 400mg of Ibuprofen / 1g paracetamol) not withstanding I’m starting to bounce back. Of course, to cheer me up I got an e-mail from Scan saying they can’t find the fault with the board. It would cost 20 quid for them to send it back. Given that a new equivalent board was 30 quid yesterday I told them thanks but no. Bastard thing. I hate PCs, did I mention that?

So, I’m actually relatively impressed with Scan, despite this. They seem to have done a fair RMA job – and I’ll accept that the fault was subtle enough to require the kind of testing that they’re not willing to subject it to. Next time though, anything I RMA will be stone-cold-dead.

So, I’m waiting for motherboards to be on their discount offer. *sigh*. It’s an expense I could well do without, but there y’go. The cookie has chosen to crumble this way and I’m all ready to stomp all over the cookie now.

I can’t do anything about my dissertation results. 67% is still 2:1 terratory, I just hope that the rest of my marks manage to keep things there. I’m really fucked off about it, but hell, they can stick it, collectively. I never got on with UWE; I never understood what they wanted in the nursing course and I guess it shows. I’m still a fucking good nurse, although I could do without nursing this headache today.

In a few minutes I’ll go get changed and head off for another exciting day of being treated like a child; assuming micro-management-nurse is still on. *sighs*. Some people should not be allowed minions. Of course, it saves me actually thinking for myself at all.

I will, however, need to check – tomorrow – where the fuck the clutch I ordered is. It’s taken nearly a week. How long can it take to get me some parts? I want Cherry back on the road *now* god damn it. I’ll also be mailing my vaccination results in; they took their own sweet time arriving, but now they’re here… Yeah. I’ll drop them off to A&SP NHS T – hopefully then we can start getting this job – and more urgently – house situation sorted. Sadly, it means more days without my PC, more days without my music, on the other hand I probably get more done. Only, I’ve got quite used to surfing on my little lapytopy, so, yeah, back to normal on that front.

So. Yes. See, I bounce world. Like a fracking ping-pong-ball. So Screw you.

Stop feeling so damn sorry for yourself.

love
Kate.