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Sep. 23rd, 2010 12:57 am# Tired & cranky hurting all over, the last because I made the stupid mistake of trying to get in shape a bit before winter and start running again, and apparently the half hour plus ten minutes or so that I (barely) managed on Saturday were enough to over-strain a muscle. Pain in the ass, in every sense. And then, when I'm already hardly able to walk the five minutes to the underground, they dump a shitload of new books on us. T. helped, but she was only there for two and a half hours, and I barely got to sit down all day. Not that sitting down really helps.
# Also, another gastroscopy next Monday. Joy.
# Not that this is very helpful, because there is no solution short of hatching murder plots, but I realised I hate work a lot less when M. isn't around and I actually have some sort of responsibility beyond dusting and sorting CDs alphabetically.
# I never seem to have any time for anything. I'd like to have weekends again where I have the time and freedom to go for a walk with the camera instead of being a) grumpy about having to do Russian homework, b) busy procrastinating to avoid doing Russian homework, and c) actually doing Russian homework. I finally bought SV S6, but I have no idea when I'll watch it. I haven't even coherentisised (which really should be a word) last weekend's Merlin notes.
# Read five pages of comments yesterday from people who are devastated by character deaths, will never forgive writers, etc., and, whoa, did I suddenly feel like a complete cold-hearted freak. Sometimes I do wonder why I never manage to fit in anywhere, why my emotional reactions are always the wrong ones...
# Also, another gastroscopy next Monday. Joy.
# Not that this is very helpful, because there is no solution short of hatching murder plots, but I realised I hate work a lot less when M. isn't around and I actually have some sort of responsibility beyond dusting and sorting CDs alphabetically.
# I never seem to have any time for anything. I'd like to have weekends again where I have the time and freedom to go for a walk with the camera instead of being a) grumpy about having to do Russian homework, b) busy procrastinating to avoid doing Russian homework, and c) actually doing Russian homework. I finally bought SV S6, but I have no idea when I'll watch it. I haven't even coherentisised (which really should be a word) last weekend's Merlin notes.
# Read five pages of comments yesterday from people who are devastated by character deaths, will never forgive writers, etc., and, whoa, did I suddenly feel like a complete cold-hearted freak. Sometimes I do wonder why I never manage to fit in anywhere, why my emotional reactions are always the wrong ones...
