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Still tired. Think I might stop for a bit and kip.

I am so tired. I want to sleep. I’m trying to keep myself awake with music, but it’s dark in here, dark and warm and just nicely comfy. Even the White Label Remix of 9-5 is failing to fill me with energy. I’ve written some stuff on child development. It’s probably bollocks. I’m so tired. I’ve not got my contacts in, so I could just go to sleep. I’m going to be really pissy when I get home and have to put all these bloody diary entries up. I wish I had an internet connection here. I don’t like ringing people at Xmas, y’know. It’s a family time, not a random friends ringing up time. Also, I’m at my parents and I feel bad about using their phone, but they live in a valley, and no mobiles work here, not properly. Up in my bedroom I get an intermittent signal, strong enough to send and receive messages (usually through the process of it failing and me leaving the phone there trying to send).

Most of the time it says “No Service” or “Emergency Only”.

Still, I could sleep here, on this comfy little beanbag. That’d be nice.

I’ve only really been properly up for 4 hours, and I’m absolutely shattered. I think it’s the warmth (sitting against a radiator, ‘cos the rest of the house is so bloody cold); the sleeping in (which is rare for me); and the semi-darkness (my parents tend not to have their lights on very much – I think my dad finds bright light uncomfortable).

I just want to sleep – which is bad, ‘cos I need to work. Nyargh. Sleep? Work? Sleep? Work…

Wow, daytime and I’m writing. I should be working, actually. I’ve read ‘Growth Monitoring’ in Health For All Children, unfortunately I’ve actually read the second, not the third edition; mostly because I got 3/4 of the way through photocopying it before I realised that I had the wrong edition in my hand (it looked like the newer one!) and didn’t have the money to copy the newer one…
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Being as I am, not a christian, I find the whole christmas concept tends to largely go by with more a kind of force of habit thing, than anything meaningful. That’s not to say that I don’t vastly enjoy it. When I had a partner the ritual of getting the tree, putting up the decorations, buying the presents. Well, I had a ball. But being single, I think I’ve come more to my personal ‘winter festival’, a kind of season’s greetings or Cyfarchion y Tymor (that’s Welsh, alledgedly (I think: Betha agus Sláinte is Irish, but I can’t really be sure) :-) ).
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Lordy I am tired. Two small children for one day is quite enough to bring me to a state of near exhaustion. I am actually in bed, insanely early, because they’ve worn me out. Completely.
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It’s funny; I’m surrounded by the accoutrements of a life I used to have. Back at my parents, in a room I last permanently occupied over 5 years ago; different yet still the same. Reminders of my first set of years at university, the gramophone my parents gave me around my 15th(?) Birthday (reminders there of the absence from my memory of a lot of my past). My sisters pirate, my first tv (Casio TV-430!), my papier mache fish (“Git Fish”),bits from my first computer, photos…..
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So.

I apparently need k-mail to import mail from k-mail into Mozilla. This seems like a flaw to me *sighs*. So, down we go with the Live-Eval CD from SuSE for 9.0 (the system I used to have on here) – in a hope that I can finally get my mail installed. See, just to make things that bit more perfect, some of the passwords for silly things (like IM Clients), the settings for my mail server (both sending and recieving), and a whole bunch of other stuff is stored *in* my mail client. (more…)

Anyone guess where I am now?
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I give in.

I have no idea how to achieve this anymore.

The ‘ext2/3’ file reading software, well, it consumes all available memory…. then crashes. Isn’t that nice.

BeOS can’t see the fucking disks at all because they’re on a highpoint RAID card.

I am so totally sick and tired of this. I’ve still got no working PC it’s taken two fucking days and it’s now 11o’clock at night and I just damn well want to kick the whole thing out the window.