( Scroll on by. This is of no interest to anyone. Writing it down just felt better than, I don't know, grinning through it again or looking for the silver lining, or punching something. I don't know. )

A CAVALCADE OF WTF ( Read more... )

Okay, so there I was in my room, looking for socks, brushing my hair, whatever the fuck, and I turn my head and see a FUCKING GREAT SPIDER ON MY SHOULDER.

To answer the question I really hoped I'd never have to ask, my response to finding a spider clinging to me within inches of my face is honest-to-god screaming like a 70's era Doctor Who ( Read more... )

Scratch the earlier enthusiasm. My parents aren't flying to Nizwa today, because the Omani authorities are still holding up their visas. Apparently the university has forty other people in exactly the same position. I can't even wrap my head around that. It's just... what? Why the... what ( Read more... )

I am having One Of Those Days where I cannot make my brain form coherent sentences that I may put into the paper that is imminently due, and I'm really quite scared that if I graduate it will be with a terrible mark, and I won't be allowed to rectify that by doing an honours degree, and even if I do, my qualifications will not actually get me hired ( Read more... )

I was writing a post of woe about how much this evening really, really sucked, but then Layne IM'd me and now I feel way less horrible. So this post - which was going to be about not having a conversation with anyone all day, and napping too long, and laundry fail, and someone taking my dryer tokens, and a pizza guy being incredibly rude, and said ( Read more... )

Pretty pretty new house is completely temporary. We're moving back into tiny sunless cinderblock mould-hole in a week and a half. And I only know this because Sas insisted I ask just to make sure before paying to have the internet reinstalled ( Read more... )

1. Apparently the managers of Everton Hall discovered asbestos in the textured ceilings of our place, so we have to pack up and move to another block of flats. On Sunday. We got notice this afternoon. At least they're not expecting us to do the whole scrub-the-flat-from-top-to-bottom thing before we go. That doesn't remove the worry about how ( Read more... )

Sydney International: still terrible, except for their free internet, obviously. Hmm. It's a sign of how much working in retail has inured me to discomfort - last time I was here, I could only stand at one of these terminals for about fifteen minutes before my feet started whining like little malformed bitches and I had to give it up to some other ( Read more... )

AUGH I'VE ONLY GOT TEN MINUTES.

Okay. Okay. I'm all packed, I've got everything, I'm completely organised. It's all good. This is just perfectly understandable pre-travel jitters. My flight doesn't even leave until 3:40pm - I am going to be very early and good.

And no, I'm not bitter that I spent my last morning packing instead of seeing the ( Read more... )