I think I have successfully organised my living room. Mirrors moved and extra piccies put up. Also philosophy book shelf has been migrated from my room to the sitting room. And I put up the "old ads" in the stairwell. All in all a productive afternoon. (missing the issue of study - which I have again not done enough of, wups!)

Looking forward to Maguffin Night this eveing. For no very good reason Dirty Fairy, Babs and I are going as Charlie's Angels Yey.

Just briefly...

... The cats slept right through! All night! Not locked in! Louigi even curled up on my bed!!!!

Long time no post, for which, apologies, it was a busy day here in Dundee yesterday. I had to attend the 'back breaker' (more commonly know as the osteopath, even though the treatment is uncommonly good). Then Agent Grey arrived in time for lunch. Which was provided.

We had no particular plans for the afternoon, however I was entertaining that night and hence could not be out for very long (my house needed to be tidied). To this end we descended upon The Shop so that I could purchase Give me the Brain. While there Agent grey gathered some more Cheepass Games and on an impulse we also ordered a few...

Then to Six Foot Hobbits place, in order to try out these new additions. We arrived and started to play timeline, and discovered that you need an additional 120odd tokens and some character markers (not included). Agent Grey proceeded to complain about this "who carries that kind of thing around with them anyway?!" Well actually it turns out, I do. Massive handbag, well, I had to fill it with something.... The game itself suffered from some of the usual overcomplicted rules, but once played became incredibly simple to take part in, much harder to plan to win - winning was something that sort of happened to us when we weren't looking.

Then all of a sudden Korvar appeared! With gifts for Six Foot Hobbit. Then there was much re-organsiation! Going home, having more people arrive (the usual suspects) more feeding (meat stew) and more gaming (ideology) Suddenly it was very late, and people left (in the usual combinations).

(don't think we are getting to predictable do you - anyone?)

Had a good lecture today, I actually disagreed with someone... This is a strong move towards better philosophy on my part. Yey me!

Also had a pleasant afternoon with Six Foot Hobbit who is still poorly. Am returning shortly to watch movies, but prior to that I need to work out what to eat for my tea... Will think of something.

The observant among you will notice that I am not attending Kick Boxing this eveing, well tonight, I quite frankly can't be bothered. And all those waiting to shout "qitter" can wait a little longer. I am just giving tonight a miss as I don't feel up to it and did lots of work at the gym on Tuesday. Also I am poor.

Day 8. And thats all I have to say about that.

In other news, Agent Grey brought me flowers last night, on the basis that he couldn't bring chocolates or wine... Its a good job too really, I killed the tulips I got myself in very short order. Note to self, go with hardier cut blooms. (Or wait for the dead ones to be replaced by well meaning bystanders) :)

Cats refused to go out this morning on the basis of "oh my kittie Godess, the ground has gone" When I pushed them out of the window (mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) They proceeded to 'fight' the ground at every step in an extreemly confused and kitteny way. Mondo cuteness.
Only problem is, I have a lecture at 12, and now I can't get them back in. Ho Hum.

Well, that was a bit of excitement! My first 'little present'! Only this one wasn't that little! Eric somehow managed to catch a starling. It was so big that when he dived through the window with it (with Louigi hot on his tail!) I though that it must have died and he just found it. Then it started calling. Eric carried it all over the house growling at Louigi as he went, so I separated them (shut Loui in my room) and went to get a 'distraction' for Eric in the form of the fish-on-sticks that he loves so much. But he would not put it down. By this point it had stopped calling, so I figured that the shock had caused its expiration.

Eric was starting to look somewhat startled by now, and wandered into the kitchen. As I was praying that he would have the good sense to not take it under the kitchen unit, suddenly it was flying about the kitchen, there were feathers everywhere in a split second, Eric had dived into the sink to re-capture it. First things first, Eric was expelled from the room, and the back door was opened. Then the task of gently encouraging The Bird out of my house and away into safety. Easier said than done, but less fraught with danger now that the cats are out of the way.

To cut an already extended story to a swift conclusion, eventually The Bird left of its own device. Although there was a brief incident with me on a tool box holding a tea-towel and a frustrated Starling headed directly for my head. One in a million chances apparently don't happen nine times out of ten on this planet.

Eric is peeved at me for removing his toy, and there is a lot of clearing up to do. (Stressed animals and all that...)

I hasten to note, that this is an accurate representation of events, notably I neither dithered, nor panicked.

Sleepy, very sleepy. Discovered to my grievance today that I may have put on weight over the last week of dieting. Bugger. This is really annoying. I will finish the work I have started though, and try something else if this turns out to be a complete failure.

In other news, I burned 300 cals today at the gym, add a few for warm up etc, not too shabby!

Now I am off to bed, to mope some about being alone and eventually sleep.

Thank you Six Foot Hobbit, for giving me something to do. I really needed to get out of the house and stop wallowing in self pity. A swift kick and a reminder that there are people who need me was definately what the doctor ordered.

Speaking of which, lovely Dr V, my GP is more than happy to refer me to a consultant for a breast reduction. Will try not to get my hopes up until I have been.

And now off to the swimming pool for a few lanes to make up for my lack of training yesterday. Arent Creme Eggs great

After a little shock this morning to find that my Mothers head is still painful after the six weeks since she last saw the Doctor about it, I am now a little relieved. It turns out she has shingles, which, while rough, is better than a brain tumor or really anything else painful in the head.
So that is at least one thing to be thankful for, although resisting the urge to run home and take care of her will be a little more difficult.

Miserable again. Does anyone know a good hole I can crawl into?

I didn't even manage to send a complete application to Oklahoma, as there is extra application information on the website. I have tried emailing them to see if I can postpone for a year or to see what else they advise. I need a holiday, this has been far to stressful. Also Boston have yet to get back to me about my possible application withdrawal, I still don't know if that's what I need to do.

And I am already behind on study for this terms courses.

Now I really think I might cry.

Now I am home after a really lovely eveing, again. Spirited Away was lovely, I would recomend it to anyone who has a few spare pounds this week - it finishes again on friday.

I am exraordinarily tired, after doing relatively little today, and spotty - another side effect of the detox. Only 6 more days to go... Then I can have some chocolate

Well I had a pleasant morning chatting to my mum and then went out to see Dirty Fairy for an hour and some lunch. Then I went to Korvars house to watch a video of a documentary that I think might be a little useful for my dissertation project.

Now I am off to get a light tea and go to the cinema, then later I am returning to see the Scooby Gang and Agent Grey for Burns Night dinner what fun!

As promised, a link for Citadels

I have so much to do tomorrow. Like Kick Boxing at 11am, possibly with Dirty Fairy, then lunch at 3 with So Rude! and on to the cinema at 5:20 to see 'Spirited Away' which is aparently profoundly Nietzschean. Well we'll see. So far I have stomach cramps which are unpleasant, but an expected side effect. Might give Kick Boxing a miss, as it won't do me any good at all if I am just going to be sick. If that is the case then I will just pop up and see Dirty Fairy tomorrow for a couple of hours after having a lie in, it is sunday after all.

In other news, I beat everyone soundly at Citadels the card/board game, if I find a link I will post it later.

Day Three, and today I will be mostly eating... Soy milk and molasses in hot water which tastes surprisingly good, although a whole cup of the stuff is a little sickly.
Later I get fruit and then green veg and pasta and tomato sauce. Today is one of the better days of my Little Black Dress Diet.
I also am not feeling too many of the ill effects of detox, so maybe I'm not a toxic as I expected. Mind you, the two glasses of wine I had last night may have replaced some of the more vital toxins to my system, I'll have to lay of the tea and coffee today so I can feel really crappy tomorrow.

On an disturbing side note, my breast hurts. Just twingey, throbby pain, which I have not had to suffer for some time. Ow.

I have to go to the shops, and wait in for people who are comming over. Pants. Okay, emergency plan, whoever gets here first has to let everyone else in, and can have some chocolate. Yep, that oughta do it.

And in case you wanted to know...

...He's a Nobel prize-winning one-eyed inventor on the edge. She's a transdimensional out-of-work fairy princess with a song in her heart and a spring in her step. They fight crime!

And look, Six Foot Hobbit, just for you I have added back in a comments feature! Which seems to have remembered all the old comments, ...

... awed silence.

Today has been really busy...
I managed to get a lie in even though Father was working from home. Then I had to go into town to hunt out Chinese New Year cards for Mother. Although just as I was finishing my dandelion coffee, 'Really Laid Back Guy's' ex turned up at my door. Now, I don't know if it is my Mothers residual in me, but I asked her in for a cup of tea. Gods must only know why. Lets just assume my momentary madness was caused by that sort of upbringing. We had a chat and a cup of tea, and then she left when I did, almost handy that I was going out, and she didn't feel the need to extend her welcome.

During her brief visit, I received a 'phone call. From So Rude! (one of the more obscure nicknames I've ever issued, but it makes more sense than you would realize!) Asking me if I would mind helping her mate move this evening. Now this evening is bad for me, so I asked if it could be done this afternoon. 'Yes, although I have a lecture from 2-5' was the reply. Seeing as So Rude! was not necessarily required I requested that Shell called me and I could get her stuff off the street and into a house.

Then I went in search of the cards. And I searched. And searched. For an hour. Then I returned home empty handed to find my Dad had made lunch and fitted a new light onto the upstairs landing - a job he has been promising for some time.

I still haven't heard from Shell, I hope that she managed to get sorted. Now I am waiting for one quarter of the Scooby Gang to come over and help me prepare dinner for Six Foot Hobbit, Agent Grey, Korvar, and the rest of the Scooby Gang (although the latter will be turning up in time for a second sitting - one day, when I am in charge of the world, I will have more than 6 seats at my dining table!)

Quite frankly, its a good job I like people, otherwise today would have been a real bummer.

And so the detox begins. It's only 10days and the stuff I have to drink in my water doesn't tase too bad. Its only 10days....

Tired again. Have done too much sleeping today, but that may well be because I have less to be stressed about now. It helps that all of my lecturers, who were previously writing references, have had nothing but support for my delaying a year. Now I need to apply to Dundee, and the funding people to do a masters. Even Agent Grey had a stalwart attempt at being sad for me having to stay.
Now to watch a programme about plastic surgery and sleep.

I have seen people in the Department and sent a multitude of emails. Now it is time to work on other things. Like applications for Masters courses in this country, and my current degree. Best not forget about that for too long...

Wank.

Looks like you might be stuck with me for another year Dundee! I may have to delay my applications and study here some more before running away. GRE sucks ass. Lets see how helpful the actual department is, after the liaison lady forgetting to mention that this score was pivotal to my application. Although I still maintain she was otherwise thoruroly helpful. (that word is spelled so badly that even the checker cannot cope, sorry).

Lets also hope that Dundee will have me for a year, even after they see how dense I have been.

Lots of things to hope for.

I have spent an evening trying to convince myself that it is not all my fault, realatively successfully. Now I am exhausted, and am going to bed. Dad will be home in about an hour to put the kittens to bed and with any luck I will get a full nights sleep.

Here's hoping.

Its my own fault. I should never have allowed myself to cheer up, because now I am going to cry.
I need to find another $140 and whatever it will cost me to get to London to sit a stuipid test. And, worse, I might not even have to bother because the score from it might be to late for me to bother continuing my application. This is so awful. I am such a failure, I can't even get an application right.

Or I could go tomorrow. Before I meet Six Foot Hobbit for lunch, and then go to the Gym. Wow, I'm a busy person...

I have just returned from a visit to the department and a successful meeting with the ladies writing my references. And I had some lunch. This was good. However I still need to get to the library and sort out my books, and I want a nap - tired girl :).

I may well stay in the house for a little while and read, then go to the library tonight. With a little alteration to my current plans with Punk Girl that may even work out nicely.

Apart from waking up at 1am, realizing that I was not, in fact, tired enough to sleep through the Kittens night time noises and shutting them downstairs, I have had a good nights sleep. Even after the break I slept until 8.30, impressive, for me.

Now I have another busy day of seeing people and doing stuff. Only this week they are important people and a trip to the library. Term Starts Today!

It is not quite 11pm and I am tired. This is in fact such a surprise occurance of late that I don't really know what to do about it! Partly I want to stay up and do all of the jobs that I would normally be starting right about now, but my better judgement tells me that the exercise I did today has provided me with a healthy need to sleep and be refreshed.

Nice plan on paper, but I'll let you know in the am if it has worked out that way.

Have just returned from Blood Bowl, during which I was beaten 2-1 by the wood elves. This bodes, and not in a good way.

Now I am going to meet Clare and then head out to see one half of the Scooby gang.

That was quite a lot of fun, the poor lads who were partnered with me had a lot of work to do though, what with me taking many breaks!
Back again on Thursday, with more funds!

On a side note, I doubt I will be able to move my legs tomorrow, my thighs have had more exercise than I ever thought possible and now they are threatening rebellion!!!

Then he called me back, and I am going down for an hour today! Trepidation emerges, although I am assured I will enjoy it...

I did it!...

... And left a message on his answer machine. I will get there yet!

And sleep I did. Until about 8am, which is not bad going. I have just spent a relaxing couple of hours dozing with the cats for company. Now I feel very nearly brave enough to call the man from Kick Boxing. Very Nearly. Breakfast is required.

I also make an executive decision that 2:30am is late enough for anyone, let alone me who did not get much kip last night. Hence I will go lay in my bed (since I have made it - mmmm, new bed sheets, plenty of sleep in those!) and with any luck be sleeping before morning.

I am even more sorry now that I have looked at the date stamp on Six Foot Hobbit's most recent post, and realized that it was in fact him online tonight when I tried to call. I stll blame the Ubergeek though, since if he wasn't on all the time then I would not have been so swift to assume.

And now I can't sleep. W&%k

I have just returned from a pleasant evening out. The Last Samurai was good. Shame about the short exposure to Billy Connely, in that it was short.
Then we went back to our pals flat and talked until now, sorry Six Foot Hobbit, I tried to call you at 11, at home, to invite you out, but the Ubergeek may have been online.

In short, I still don't feel like a member of the human race, its like everything is happening to me on TV, I don't really even feel depressed. Worryingly, I don't feel happy, or anything else either. Gods, please let this bubble burst, I don't care what happens now but this can't go on much longer.

I have tidied a fair bit, and moved more craft stuff upstairs. Since I felt better, and Korvar was peaky, I went over there to take Mr D. to the park. This got me out into the fresh air for a while, and was a good break for both of us! Now I am left with more washing than it is possible to imagine, and organistaion of a cinema trip this evening.
Life is looking brighter.

It is morning. I have failed to tidy my room, have had less than enough sleep (woke at 4 naturally, let the cats out, was woken at 6, shut them back in, slept 'till 9), and feel fairly miserable it has to be said.

I have so much to do and I don't know where to start. My room is getting me down, along with my unfulfilled desire for companionship. I think I am just going to be lonely forever. All my friends are being wonderful about this, but I am really worried I will break soon, and no-one will want me when I am broken. I think Agent Grey has noticed too, which makes it worse, I thought I could hide it for a little longer. So much has changed, and there is more to come.

On top of everything else, when I am miserable I have no motivation, and that is really what I need right now. At least there is one thing I can focus on, clearing out my room, ready for term and as a purging exercise. There is a lot right now I can simply get rid of. Bin liners and a day on my own, that's what I really need.

Only I am meeting Punk Girl later for a hot chocolate, and I don't want to let her down (exam stress that she needs a break from), maybe I can delay that until this afternoon.

Also Dick 'O Metal is trying to get in touch again, after I have had a really pleasant week of him leaving me alone. He is a sad man, called me three times to make sure I have his new mobile number. Which I am glad that I have, since I need to know what it is to ignore him.

With a tiny ounce of motivation now I have got that off my chest, I am going to gather bin bags and some courage and tackle my room. Update may follow.

After a pleasant evening with Six Foot Hobbit and Agent Grey, I am now off to bed. With one aching knee which is terribly frustrating, although a hot pack will keep it at bay while I get to sleep. I also need to clear my bed, but that may well involve the patented 'douvet flip' maneuver and then a tidy of the floor in the morning.

I have also had to lock the kittens downstairs myself this evening, for which I feel desperately guilty, however, being feline, they will forgive me soon enough.

Was bored, maybe too bored. In the long ago, there was a website, and then I found it....

Moon landing cover up
Ten Chat up lines
Bumper Stickers

Sorry about that, I'll try not to let it happen again.

Relatively successful day. I have posted both cheques to America, been shopping and organised with my lecturer in the philosophy department to meet up and 'do forms'.

All is well, or at least simmering and under control. Now I must tidy my room and ring the man from Kick Boxing in order to "start my training" (his words not mine)!

The cheques have arrived!. That means now I only have to find references and writing samples and get a letter from my Mothers bank.
But I am closer...

I would like everyone who reads this to devote a few seconds to thinking how lovely the lady in the liaison office is.


This is for the simple reason that she is lovely. And is forwarding my application with a cover letter on my behalf noting the lack of cheque and its progress. And has not laughed at me, or my incompetence.

Also had a nice chat with my mother this morning in which we vowed to hex all banks everywhere until they let us keep our cash in a shoe-box under our bed. Oh yes, and a plague on all their houses. Well, it counts as a nice chat to us... :)

Banks Suk.

Well mine does at least. I still have no cheque to post to either University. This is entirely due to the fact that the bank must post me my bank draft. Thus it will not be in my possession until Thursday. This is not the banks fault, however, they suck because prior to today, a Very Nice Man on the 'phone told me that I could walk away with a draft. As I have explained above, this is simply not the case.

I will just have to hope that I don't look too dim to the applications people.

Ho hum.

Today I have mostly been finalizing my applications for study. To this end I met up with Hobbit in order that he would legalize a document from my father. Then I bundled all the info - that I have spent many days compiling - into envelopes and posted them. Yeah, and ahead of schedule too.

However, mere minutes after I have posted the documents, I notice something important, nay, vital. I have neglected to enclose the Application Fee.

Panic strikes renewed.

This evening, I have emailed my beloved go-between at the liaison office for Boston. Tomorrow I must proceed bank-wards to obtain cheques, then on to the post office for an emergency delivery.

In the mean time I must sleep, and rest in the knowledge that all over the globe soon will resound the phrase - Chocolate Muffin is a prized p@(*%(k.

Thank you and Goodnight.

Still feel a bit naff. Although had a really good day out playing Babylon 5 card game. Now people have wandered bakc here to watch vidoes.

In other news the Plan was not that unfulfilled. I have done much of the forms for the applications. Did not attend the Kick Boxing. Oh well, there is always next week.

Scrap that, I'm going back to bed. Feel like crap.
grr...?

Today, I have a plan.
Mostly I will be finishing my Personal Statement. Then I will compile completed forms. Subsequently I will make a list of all the *other* paperwork that I need (official things from uni and school etc). After this I will collect all of the paperwork that I can.

In between I am going out, to Kick Boxing (I intend to waltz in, announce my prescence and demand that I be allowed to try), and this afternoon, head out to play Babylon 5 the card game.

Busy day.

Grr. PDF sucks.

Since Adobe refused to comply, Six Foot Hobbit found this helpful site. I am now registered as an evaluator in order that I can use their software. And evaluate I will.

NO! And again I'll say it, no!
the dowload is refusing. Damn, and indeed Blast!

I am now on attempt #2 of the Adobe download as one of the file was corrupt. This is annoying. I hope it is worth it, even with broadband it take 40mins or so...

...still, Hobbit is here, so I have something else to occupy my time.

I am trying to be flashy now. Have decided to down load a free trial of Adobe Acrobat 6.0 in order that I can fill in the forms electronically, rather than archaically. Thank the technologists for broadband, I'm 50% done!

Um well, ...
... 200 words isn't much is it! I have already reached the minimum, and I have barely answered the first 'section'
I must be enthusiastic about this :)

I hate microsoft. I am getting on quite well with the statement, it seems to be flowing nicely, only one of my sentances is higlighted as a gramatical error thus :
"Working with the hypothetical question of the effects of a hemisphere transplant on Personal Identity as it is currently understood by thinkers such as Parfit and Negel."
Which, I will admit needs work. However, the alternative I was offered reads :
"Thinkers such as Parfit and Negel currently understand working with the hypothetical question of the effects of a hemisphere transplant on Personal Identity as it."

Now really, I ask you.

I have started, again, with these damn application forms. Now I have hit a sticking point over what to *actually* write in my statement. However, one of the saving points is that it is a mere 200 words, and in, essentially, four sections. Not much wordage. But I'll be buggered if I can articulate what it is I need to write...

I though this might help a little, just to get my fingers limber and my brain working. Time to have another go.

Also today, note the new link. To Six Foot Hobbit, this is his blog.

However, this morning I feel a little better. Only that last night was a waste of everyones time for the desired goal - me on way to new girlfriend. None the less, it was good fun, if a little over-extended and I *do* have a new friend -just not in the way anticipated. So not a complete waste of an evening.

There is more here than I have the strength to be involved in. Thats all that I want to say for now.

This should have been a post at about 3am last night, but I was feeling so down, that I couldn't even be bothered to get up and post it.

--------------------------------

Hail to the Wretched!
Bring me your misery,
and I will take it.

And I will make it a new kind of pain.
I will package it in a
red box and bow
and it will be changed,
because it is mine.

I store it in the place beyond
darkness,
past the pit of despare where
you tether it.

Here pain runs free.
It is mine.

There is no anger
fear
sadness
all are muffled, absorbed by the
black that separates this place
from the place
of your grief.

Isolation makes a new place without
within.

Hail to the Wretched!
Bring me your misery
and I will take it.

Well this is interesting. Two women and two men. The men don't know where to put themselves and one of the women I could really live without. Not even sure why she is in my house. Will address that question in the morning, if I remember.

YEY! The liaison office in London has said that I can post everything that I have to them, and anything missing can follow on later. This is good. I might stand a chance.

Looking back over the last 12hours, it has been some what of a rollercoaster being me! :)

Basically. I am not going to get to go to Boston. The paperwork from the Bank takes a week, so that already puts me past the deadline. I need to write a personal statement, and forward it to the very nice lady who will be writing my reference (at least one of them, I still need to find two more suckers to fill in forms). The plan as it stands is to take the next day or so to write statement, waste the week I have to waste chasing up referees, and then bundle the whole lot off, completed and impressive - but none-the-less a week too late. I might get lucky?

After getting on not badly last night with the forms, I am now incredibly stressed again. When questioned innocently by the person I asked for references "Fine, yes. But what is it you actually want to do?" I panicked!
I'm sure I know, but I now realize that I have no idea how to explain it to someone else. This is it. This is the moment when I get found out. I am under qualifed for a Phd, and no-one will want me.

Dad is phoning the bank in the morning to get the offical documentation for that part of the form. Other than that, all is relatively well :)
Still need to get recommendations for study from lecturers, but with any luck, they can be forwarded directly, and at a slightly later date. On that note it is time for bed!

Okay. I have started, and may have made a dent in the forms. The one for Oklahoma is distinctly less taxing, cheaper to apply for and doesn't need to be completed until mid February. All of which lead me to believe in a weird karmic way that is where I am destined to be.
Boston on the other hand is a mere 4 forms, in duplicate with three references, desperately frightening cost analysis and the requirement of paperwork from my Father. All of this on top of the fact that it is due in less than 8days time. Something tells me that even I may not be able to drag this one back from the brink...

Can I just say ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I have just realised that my applications for study in America have to be in by the 15th of this month. (expletive deleted)
Nothing seems beyond me, but I need to be calm to write things like a 'personal statement' and calm is something I am not right now. Will try and get things from Dad tonight, and maybe recommendations from lecturers tomorrow. If this doesn't get sorted then the whole lot is put on ice for a year until next 'fall'.
This could not be more crappy. Less procrastination, more action!

Still no news about the Kick Boxing. Which is annoying since I am still "You are capable of achieving satisfaction through physical activity." And at the moment I need some satisfaction.
In good news today, Adam is aparently now completely over my telling him that I am gay (and as such feel I can't go out with him). I am now really looking forward to the video night on Friday, with Adam and Brad.

After waking up at 1am, (to eat, bizarrely, I was starving) going back to bed and shutting out the kittens, I am now up again. This sucks. I am so certain I need more sleep than this. The kittens have been put out and I intend to try and read for a while. Dad will be up in a couple of hours anyway... :(

Today might have gone better. After this mornings post, I went back to bed and didn't re-emerge until the second post this afternoon. I thought this would go some way to relieving the tiredness. Fat chance. I went into town at 3 to purchase hair clipping equipment. Then I went to RPC to meet Mike and Brad. Card games and shorter hair ensued. The problem is that now I feel guilty for dragging Mike away from his bed, as he is still not well from yesterday. Fingers crossed that he will make it back to work tomorrow.
In other news, Mike now knows about my persuasion, and as expected gave Bradley and me the "and you expect me to give a damn" look. At least that is over with.

I am now the proud owner of a sports bra! Now I just need to start on the sports. Which reminds me, I should check to see if the man from the Kick Boxing has replied to my email. On a side note, I had forgotten how comfortable dungarees were...

Well its the morning. The only problem here being that I am still tired after getting to bed frighteningly early (not long after my last post yesterday). Need more sleep, or at least less tiredness.
Also I still need to tell Mike the thing. After my initial pulse of informing people, this now seems really difficult. Most of me is expecting a "so what?" response, which makes the announcement seem trivial. So why do I care so much about phrasing the thing correctly. However, I may be meeting him in town today to co-ordinate a suit jacket and a replacement bulb. Might do it then, just to get it out of the way.

P.S.
After shopping with Korvar, and him buying a light 12" too short. I have now lost the reciept. Bugger. Will check the car on the morrow, but, really, given that its me and all, what are the chances. :@)

Dad fixed the tele. Aparently the lond bang as I switched it off at the wall wasn't fatal. And the dinner didn't tase to burned, although the pan has seen better days.
Two crises successfully thwarted.

Well, I fezzed up to Dad about the dinner, for which I think I may be forgiven. However, we still don't know what is wrong with the tele. Basically, it has terminally turned itself off. I was the last one to touch it. Oops.
Dad may be able to work his magic. Fingers crossed. Thats the last time I try and do jobs with the expected net result of me smug, Dad put in his place.
It might be time for plan B.

This seems to work, and be fairly easy to. Today, I... ...badly burned my Dads dinner aparently. Got side tracked fiddling with this page. I think this one might be unsalvagable. *Usually* I just stir it in, and he doesn't notice. but there is quite a lot of black on the inside of the pan this time, so the carbon nature of the offerings is clear, even to the untrained eye. What a good start I might add. I thought I might only be joking when I said that this would be good when I was panicked. Actually it is quite good. Might be back later.

the first of some/many posts. I have no idea if this will work yet, let alone if I will use it. What an exciting venture into the world of technology....