Tiredness II
Well, I just spent the last couple of hours finishing of my last entry about meeting Adele. I'm sorry if it's not very good. It was hard, very hard.
It took a while before I got a chance to get the sleep I needed. I stopped writing the entry half way through because I began seeing things that didn't exist, but only got a few hours sleep before I got called into work because the hard disk in Ringwood Road's till decided to commit suicide. Luckily we had a spare till to replace it with, so they were up and running again in a few minutes, but then I had to stay at work and fix the other one. It takes the smaller 2½" laptop-sized hard disks, which I didn't have any of, so we had to go to PC world to get one, and then I had to install an operating system on it and get all the drivers and software installed. That wasn't easy either, because I couldn't find any identifying marks on the system, and when I eventually did find out the make and model, it was some obscure manufacturer with barely any information, and a crap site that had 'under construction' written on most of it's pages in place of useful things like, say, driver downloads. Most of the on-board things turned out to be part of an Intel chipset, so that went okay, and luckily the touch-screen software for the other tills happened to work on this one too; I never would have managed to get that working otherwise. I never did find a driver for the sound device.
By the time I'd finished it was about 8pm, so I just decided to stay until the end. I then worked 12pm - 1am the next day as well, for reasons I cannot remember now, so I thought I would take today off to recover, which I did. Got up and went for a wander around the high street in search of a particular gift, but couldn't find what I was looking for. I plan to go to Bournemouth in the morning tomorrow and have a look there. I also took my watch into every jeweller I could find to ask if they could fix the bent link in my strap, but none of them could. Some of them were quite... well not rude, but some of the 'higher class' shops spoke as if I didn't deserve their help because I hadn't spent £500 on my watch, like I wasn't worthy of them. Their attitude was to treat me like some silly little child who knows nothing, and act like of course it's broken, that's what you get for not buying our quality. Well, no, it's broken because I knelt on it. Any watch would be. Anyway, the general consensus of everyone was no, they can't fix a link. The only thing I can do is replace the strap, which I would have to contact Casio for, and which would cost almost as much as buying a new watch. So, guess I won't be doing that. Shame.
I ordered myself a 1TB hard disk a couple of days ago. It was supposed to be delivered today, but I was asleep when they attempted it so now it's at the City Link depot at Bournemouth Airport. Which is a really inconvenient place for it to be. I have no means of getting there at all, I will have to ask Mum if she will take me. I bought it because I seem to have used all of the 511GB that I already have. Unbelievable. I still remember the first time I bought my own hard disk - 40GB - and thinking I'd never fill it. Then I remember having only 100MB or so on my first computer. At least I'm not under any illusions now - I'll fill the terrabyte before long. I've been re-ripping all my CDs to FLAC instead of MP3, acquiring lots of new things, buying lots of games on Steam, and I never delete anything, ever.
Speaking of music, I have a new recent favourite: Nightwish. They're not new to me any more, I discovered them months ago, but I've been playing one album so much that I actually bought the CD: Dark Passion Play. They've quite an extensive catalogue, and I like lots of songs scattered throughout it, but I love this entire album from start to finish, I could say it's a perfect album. The only other album I think I've said that about is Pink Floyd's The Division Bell. I seem to like Finnish bands in general. Quite a few bands I discover and like then turn out to be Finnish, like Poets Of The Fall, The Rasmus, Hammerfall, and several others that don't come to mind right now. Candlebox deserve a mention here too. They're not Finnish, but they are good. I've always liked their music, though it's never been anything exceptional, but their latest album Into The Sun is very good indeed.
Shanna is completely gone now. She disappeared for days, and I assumed she'd just run away again, but when I came home yesterday I found an envelope with her house key and a note in it. On looking around, I noticed she'd been and taken all her things, so I guess she's moved out. I've no idea where she is, still. The note is full of the usual 'never meant to hurt you' stuff, but I don't want to hear it any more, I just can't believe any of it. I used to believe in her innocence. Even when she hurt me, I could never think she meant to, but with all she's said to me this time... she caused all this knowingly. Maybe not intentionally, but she was fully aware of it all the same, and was happy to carry on, and do nothing to help it, and she thinks she made the right choices. I want nothing to do with it.
Now I think I'm going to have a bath. I haven't shaved for almost a week and look a complete mess. I'm tired again too, and want to get a lot done tomorrow.
It took a while before I got a chance to get the sleep I needed. I stopped writing the entry half way through because I began seeing things that didn't exist, but only got a few hours sleep before I got called into work because the hard disk in Ringwood Road's till decided to commit suicide. Luckily we had a spare till to replace it with, so they were up and running again in a few minutes, but then I had to stay at work and fix the other one. It takes the smaller 2½" laptop-sized hard disks, which I didn't have any of, so we had to go to PC world to get one, and then I had to install an operating system on it and get all the drivers and software installed. That wasn't easy either, because I couldn't find any identifying marks on the system, and when I eventually did find out the make and model, it was some obscure manufacturer with barely any information, and a crap site that had 'under construction' written on most of it's pages in place of useful things like, say, driver downloads. Most of the on-board things turned out to be part of an Intel chipset, so that went okay, and luckily the touch-screen software for the other tills happened to work on this one too; I never would have managed to get that working otherwise. I never did find a driver for the sound device.
By the time I'd finished it was about 8pm, so I just decided to stay until the end. I then worked 12pm - 1am the next day as well, for reasons I cannot remember now, so I thought I would take today off to recover, which I did. Got up and went for a wander around the high street in search of a particular gift, but couldn't find what I was looking for. I plan to go to Bournemouth in the morning tomorrow and have a look there. I also took my watch into every jeweller I could find to ask if they could fix the bent link in my strap, but none of them could. Some of them were quite... well not rude, but some of the 'higher class' shops spoke as if I didn't deserve their help because I hadn't spent £500 on my watch, like I wasn't worthy of them. Their attitude was to treat me like some silly little child who knows nothing, and act like of course it's broken, that's what you get for not buying our quality. Well, no, it's broken because I knelt on it. Any watch would be. Anyway, the general consensus of everyone was no, they can't fix a link. The only thing I can do is replace the strap, which I would have to contact Casio for, and which would cost almost as much as buying a new watch. So, guess I won't be doing that. Shame.
I ordered myself a 1TB hard disk a couple of days ago. It was supposed to be delivered today, but I was asleep when they attempted it so now it's at the City Link depot at Bournemouth Airport. Which is a really inconvenient place for it to be. I have no means of getting there at all, I will have to ask Mum if she will take me. I bought it because I seem to have used all of the 511GB that I already have. Unbelievable. I still remember the first time I bought my own hard disk - 40GB - and thinking I'd never fill it. Then I remember having only 100MB or so on my first computer. At least I'm not under any illusions now - I'll fill the terrabyte before long. I've been re-ripping all my CDs to FLAC instead of MP3, acquiring lots of new things, buying lots of games on Steam, and I never delete anything, ever.
Speaking of music, I have a new recent favourite: Nightwish. They're not new to me any more, I discovered them months ago, but I've been playing one album so much that I actually bought the CD: Dark Passion Play. They've quite an extensive catalogue, and I like lots of songs scattered throughout it, but I love this entire album from start to finish, I could say it's a perfect album. The only other album I think I've said that about is Pink Floyd's The Division Bell. I seem to like Finnish bands in general. Quite a few bands I discover and like then turn out to be Finnish, like Poets Of The Fall, The Rasmus, Hammerfall, and several others that don't come to mind right now. Candlebox deserve a mention here too. They're not Finnish, but they are good. I've always liked their music, though it's never been anything exceptional, but their latest album Into The Sun is very good indeed.
Shanna is completely gone now. She disappeared for days, and I assumed she'd just run away again, but when I came home yesterday I found an envelope with her house key and a note in it. On looking around, I noticed she'd been and taken all her things, so I guess she's moved out. I've no idea where she is, still. The note is full of the usual 'never meant to hurt you' stuff, but I don't want to hear it any more, I just can't believe any of it. I used to believe in her innocence. Even when she hurt me, I could never think she meant to, but with all she's said to me this time... she caused all this knowingly. Maybe not intentionally, but she was fully aware of it all the same, and was happy to carry on, and do nothing to help it, and she thinks she made the right choices. I want nothing to do with it.
Now I think I'm going to have a bath. I haven't shaved for almost a week and look a complete mess. I'm tired again too, and want to get a lot done tomorrow.