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05/28/2002 Archived Entry: “Erm, still not good at subjects”
There’s a problem here, which is that I’m bloody awful at titling things. I mean, the name of this site came from remarks made by lots of people over several years – prior to that it wasn’t exactly wildly imaginative. Anyway.
That wasn’t what I was intending to ramble about – because, well, it just wasn’t okay :-)
Sorry, I’m not really awake – I know it’s 17:34 and I really should be awake by now – only I ended up sleeping through, well 3-5pm-ish, just because I was so tired. I dunno why really – I got around 6-7 hours of sleep last night – although it was a bit interrupted and I had had something to drink – celebrations and all that.
Unfortunately I woke up this morning with a hang over – after drinking….wait for it, wait for it…an *entire*, yes, that’s one *whole* *glass* of white wine and 2 sidekicks. I dunno what’s up with that. It’s ridiculous.
Christ, I used to not-wake-up-with-a-hangover after vastly more than that drinks wise. One glass of wine a day is meant to be *healthy* ffs.
Hrumph.
Anyway, so, I’m slowly starting to wake up….
…now I’ve been awake for, ooh, 30 minutes. I did actually get up early today (8:45) to get “stuff” done – sorting out the ETZ251, insurance, jobs, broken printer, driving licence, colour of Naidenka (which, incidentally, is for sale if anyone’s interested), and sorting out a job for a few weeks…
Which I’ve done. Well, the job is only partially sorted out.
Christ, I’m tired.
Well, I’m now just sort of waking-up-after-sleeping-during-the day tired.
I can tell you’re all wondering if this diary entry is actually going to go anywhere or just ramble on and on without actually doing anything. Well, to be fair to you I can’t really tell. You could give up now – and save yourself the hastle of reading possibly another few paragraphs of complete garbage, or you could read on and maybe something interesting will happen – I might suddenly discover that I don’t actually exist, which you can be sure would lead to some interesting commentry.
I really shouldn’t write these things when I’m not properly awake should I? I’ve completely lost track of what it is I was going to say – and I, well, have not the faintest clue where I’m going with this.
Hrm. Yes.
Read more bits of Alyssa’s site again today. There was more, but I’m too tired to verbalise it. Well, not verbalise, ‘cos I’m writing it down. Feeling strangely quiet. Anyway, Alyssa’s one of the few people I know off the internet that I haven’t already met that I’d like to meet. Which doesn’t sound like much of a compliment, I guess, but it is meant to be a compliment. I’m just too tired to [finish sentances] do anything thought related. I shouldn’t be this tired. Maybe it is the boiler. Still, I’ve got someone coming to fix that tomorrow – so there shouldn’t be any more Carbon Monoxide.
I have this effect on boilers, the one at Uni decided to produce CO while I was there too.
Sorry, rambling again.
This room needs doing. This *house* needs doing, but this room is getting to me. It’s opressive. Actually, so is the lounge. I also feel that vague “I want my stuff” feeling – but there’s no-where to put it. [used to living out of boxes].
I have this kind of internal monologue, along with the Soundtrack To My Life. Actually, in recent years, the soundtrack to my life has kinda switched off, except when I’m desperately trying to be cheerful. Anyway, this internal monologue which sometimes comes out with stuff I really don’t want to think. It’s strange. I sometimes wonder if other people have it. Do you?
Hrm, the laserjet just went “whirrr” – as it does occasionally and dragged me back out of my own brain.
Probably for the best.
Sometimes it worries me that I think these thoughts. Sometimes I beat myself up for days, weeks over things which have popped up in my head with no warning.
Anyway, I should probably shut up.
