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So, the hinted at update.
I don't think I've done anything interesting in a while really. Heidegger is probably about 3/4 grown, I think. I went and interviewed a historian on Friday about FoMC, so I will have to transcribe it into usefulness now. She was lovely and useful and supportive though. Then there was 2nd floor - maybe for the first time this semester - yes, of course it was. Because I was in a rush to get to the interview, I didn't pick up my newspapers on the way out to Ceres, so I had an entire tram trip out and back with nothing to read, and given the time of year, my thoughts were taking rather more morbid turns, so I bought a couple of longnecks - coopers - pale ale was crap, the old dark one was better (and .8 or so standard drinks more for the same price) and took them to 2nd floor to drink. Read my newspapers, talked to a few people, and just...absorbed the being-sociableness of it all.
Went to the football, enjoyed bits of it, like blinvisible had beer spilt on me. We got some takeaway Indian from Bhoj, although it turned out when we got to the ground that the order we picked up was not the order we made. So we got a superhot main that I could not stand to have on my tongue, and something milder, and some rice-that-was-not-saffron, and some pappadums (totally unordered) and no green curry and no tandoori stuff. Still, Michael was able to eat the stupidly hot stuff so it was not so much of an issue. Although they did not give us any forks so I had to do a round trip of the Dome so that I could eventually find somewhere that had some. In football related news, Steven King is out with a broken finger, thank goodness for that. He's been out of form and playing injured all year anyway, so I honestly believe we'll be better off without him taking a spot in the team.
Walked H for an hour or so on Saturday and read Jane Eyre, a book my father bought me for Christmas before he was killed. It is a good read, I am not finished yet but I am enjoying it. I think now is as good a time as any to read it. 5 years is long enough to save it...
Might wait til the 19th to get my tattoo, that way I can give blood one last time before I can't again for a year.
Sunday my WoW guild tried MC for the first time, we never had more than 30 people in (for a 40 man raid), but like I kept telling people, it was the strategy that was important - not the total number of people. After 4 wipes, we killed one monster. People finally started realising that it was important to listen to what the raid leaders were saying... *stabbity stab* If I'd been raid leader and we'd had another 10 people in and 10 more waiting outside for their shot at it, some people would ahve been booted quicksmart. I got to take it out on a lower level later that day though, when they missed out on getting a quest item because they weren't paying attention to the party chat, or to the fact that we were standing in one place right next to the item talking about it for 10 minutes. I told them they'd be a liability in MC, so it was better that they did miss out... didn't like it much. True though. We wound up killing about 5 monsters in the end, which wasn't too bad for a first attempt. Definitely educational for a lot of people. Because I'd been in as far as Magmadar before, I felt like I knew what I was talking about (and I'd done a fair bit of research too), so I was able to contribute by specifically telling individuals what they should be doing when they were making mistakes, and so on. The guildmaster didn't mind either, which was good. So that was mostly educational, and we did get one green drop, which I won (and donated to the guild bank for posterity). So that was cool.
Oh yeah, last Wednesday I went to the doctor again about my swollen hand, and they decided I should stay off the Endep for a month then go back. Since then it's gotten significantly worse, so I might see the Gyno on Wednesday, then go and see the GP a lot sooner than a month... I mean if it were the drug that I've been off for 2 weeks, it shoudln't be getting worse...
This is also seriously concerning me because I am worried I won't be able to write anymore - I had enough trouble with the hypermobility, and I have a lot of research to do yet that I will need to use pen and paper for... crapcrapcrap. So that is variously panicking me and hurting and disturbing me, and perhaps I'm a lot more vulnerable because of the time of year, but I am just touchy at the moment. Not sure if it is hormonal at all as well. Probably timing though.
Tomorrow I am going into the MCMC offices to do some research. I have committed to this by telling someone I will be there at a certain time. I guess I'll go until I run out of hands, and then go into uni and see if there is free beer, it being a Tuesday.
I have some vague plans for Wednesday. I guess I will see what I feel like then. They will definitely involve a beach, and a beer, if not a couple. It's so wrong. Still after all this time so wrong, so totally undeserved and random. I am both dreading it and looking forward to it so that it can be over again for a little while, not that I won't think of it but just that it can be less specific again...except for when the news sets me off, or the most random of thoughts - of will nots and cannots and have nots.
*for those who find this to be terribly obscure, there is a single memory in my memories collectiony thingy. Check it ot if you really want to know.*
I don't think I've done anything interesting in a while really. Heidegger is probably about 3/4 grown, I think. I went and interviewed a historian on Friday about FoMC, so I will have to transcribe it into usefulness now. She was lovely and useful and supportive though. Then there was 2nd floor - maybe for the first time this semester - yes, of course it was. Because I was in a rush to get to the interview, I didn't pick up my newspapers on the way out to Ceres, so I had an entire tram trip out and back with nothing to read, and given the time of year, my thoughts were taking rather more morbid turns, so I bought a couple of longnecks - coopers - pale ale was crap, the old dark one was better (and .8 or so standard drinks more for the same price) and took them to 2nd floor to drink. Read my newspapers, talked to a few people, and just...absorbed the being-sociableness of it all.
Went to the football, enjoyed bits of it, like blinvisible had beer spilt on me. We got some takeaway Indian from Bhoj, although it turned out when we got to the ground that the order we picked up was not the order we made. So we got a superhot main that I could not stand to have on my tongue, and something milder, and some rice-that-was-not-saffron, and some pappadums (totally unordered) and no green curry and no tandoori stuff. Still, Michael was able to eat the stupidly hot stuff so it was not so much of an issue. Although they did not give us any forks so I had to do a round trip of the Dome so that I could eventually find somewhere that had some. In football related news, Steven King is out with a broken finger, thank goodness for that. He's been out of form and playing injured all year anyway, so I honestly believe we'll be better off without him taking a spot in the team.
Walked H for an hour or so on Saturday and read Jane Eyre, a book my father bought me for Christmas before he was killed. It is a good read, I am not finished yet but I am enjoying it. I think now is as good a time as any to read it. 5 years is long enough to save it...
Might wait til the 19th to get my tattoo, that way I can give blood one last time before I can't again for a year.
Sunday my WoW guild tried MC for the first time, we never had more than 30 people in (for a 40 man raid), but like I kept telling people, it was the strategy that was important - not the total number of people. After 4 wipes, we killed one monster. People finally started realising that it was important to listen to what the raid leaders were saying... *stabbity stab* If I'd been raid leader and we'd had another 10 people in and 10 more waiting outside for their shot at it, some people would ahve been booted quicksmart. I got to take it out on a lower level later that day though, when they missed out on getting a quest item because they weren't paying attention to the party chat, or to the fact that we were standing in one place right next to the item talking about it for 10 minutes. I told them they'd be a liability in MC, so it was better that they did miss out... didn't like it much. True though. We wound up killing about 5 monsters in the end, which wasn't too bad for a first attempt. Definitely educational for a lot of people. Because I'd been in as far as Magmadar before, I felt like I knew what I was talking about (and I'd done a fair bit of research too), so I was able to contribute by specifically telling individuals what they should be doing when they were making mistakes, and so on. The guildmaster didn't mind either, which was good. So that was mostly educational, and we did get one green drop, which I won (and donated to the guild bank for posterity). So that was cool.
Oh yeah, last Wednesday I went to the doctor again about my swollen hand, and they decided I should stay off the Endep for a month then go back. Since then it's gotten significantly worse, so I might see the Gyno on Wednesday, then go and see the GP a lot sooner than a month... I mean if it were the drug that I've been off for 2 weeks, it shoudln't be getting worse...
This is also seriously concerning me because I am worried I won't be able to write anymore - I had enough trouble with the hypermobility, and I have a lot of research to do yet that I will need to use pen and paper for... crapcrapcrap. So that is variously panicking me and hurting and disturbing me, and perhaps I'm a lot more vulnerable because of the time of year, but I am just touchy at the moment. Not sure if it is hormonal at all as well. Probably timing though.
Tomorrow I am going into the MCMC offices to do some research. I have committed to this by telling someone I will be there at a certain time. I guess I'll go until I run out of hands, and then go into uni and see if there is free beer, it being a Tuesday.
I have some vague plans for Wednesday. I guess I will see what I feel like then. They will definitely involve a beach, and a beer, if not a couple. It's so wrong. Still after all this time so wrong, so totally undeserved and random. I am both dreading it and looking forward to it so that it can be over again for a little while, not that I won't think of it but just that it can be less specific again...except for when the news sets me off, or the most random of thoughts - of will nots and cannots and have nots.
*for those who find this to be terribly obscure, there is a single memory in my memories collectiony thingy. Check it ot if you really want to know.*