Captain's log: supplementary.
Yesterday I went to continue mission: get thing photocopied onto a transparency. Tottenham Court Road Rymans didn't have that service and pointed me at Great Portland Street Rymans, who did, but who also had a confused academic trying to get things photocopied in the queue in front of me for a million years. After him, however, staff were fucking delighted by my "one copy of this one sheet of paper onto a transparency I have the money ready thank you wonderful goodbye". And then I went to John Lewis and got embroidery thread - all part of the plan - and then I went to Charing Cross Road via nine million back roads in Soho because UGH OXFORD STREET (and also the fucktastrophe that is the works for Crossrail) and got lost down the side of a church for a bit because they've chopped off access down a road (and also through the middle of Soho Square), and then and then popped out from next to Foyles and went into Superdruuuug and didn't get charged for one of my mascaras (SUCCESS) because the cashier was talking about how I should get this other brand instead and I was biting my tongue from saying FUCK YOU I HAVE BEEN HALFWAY ROUND LONDON TO GET THIS SPECIFIC BRAND EAT MY DICK. I hear that's not polite. And THEN I went through the British Museum and up to Russell Square station and down 175 stairs because too many people were waiting for a lift and I was on a roll. Which all adds up to roughly 2.3 miles but felt longer.
Not that it was an especial grind, I seem to have woken up with the lengthening hours and feel less like an angry fat corpsicle and more like a daydream with legs and an unduly painful left ear.
Oh my god my EAR is the most excruciating thing. Currently it is not only hurting but also registering a high fucking sine wave somewhere in the region of 14kHz and I want to smash my head against something to make it stop.
Anyway. Caught up on Wonders of Life, which is lovely because that Nice Mr Cox is taking an approach on Biology not usually see on Proper Telly and I was like OMG I KNOW THIS STUFF I REMEMBER THIS FROM THAT RICHARD DAWKINS BOOK I READ and Linds was all WHY DO PEOPL GET ALL HET UP ABOUT WIZARD-DUN-IT-GOD this is WAY more interesting. And then I had to watch fucking wrestling. Uhm. Also watched Howard Goodall's history of music and actually remembered some stuff from college and was able to sound vaguely intelligent about Vivaldi, and the stuff about Handel fitted in nicely with all the stuff about the Hanoverians we've been watching. MULTI-DISCIPLINARY LEARNING.
And then I started watching some David Starkey bullshit about the Plantagenet/Tudor crossover but too tired.
Ultimately not a very productive day in terms of getting shit done creatively but whatever. I applied for some jobs, that would be good enough for the fucking Job Centre if I was actually claiming JSA (spoilers: I am entitled by contributions, I just don't claim. Like quite a lot of unemployed people. In fact, significantly more unemployed people than make "fraudulent claims" blah blah preaching to the converted).
Today I barely got out of bed, but I had a pretty good run of going outside every day Weds-Mon last week, and ... things. Slow recovery is best possibly. Lindsay has been in Hampshire today for his grandfather's funeral. AND THAT IS THE STORY OF SOME DAYS IN WHICH I WAS NOT PRODUCTIVE.
Not that it was an especial grind, I seem to have woken up with the lengthening hours and feel less like an angry fat corpsicle and more like a daydream with legs and an unduly painful left ear.
Oh my god my EAR is the most excruciating thing. Currently it is not only hurting but also registering a high fucking sine wave somewhere in the region of 14kHz and I want to smash my head against something to make it stop.
Anyway. Caught up on Wonders of Life, which is lovely because that Nice Mr Cox is taking an approach on Biology not usually see on Proper Telly and I was like OMG I KNOW THIS STUFF I REMEMBER THIS FROM THAT RICHARD DAWKINS BOOK I READ and Linds was all WHY DO PEOPL GET ALL HET UP ABOUT WIZARD-DUN-IT-GOD this is WAY more interesting. And then I had to watch fucking wrestling. Uhm. Also watched Howard Goodall's history of music and actually remembered some stuff from college and was able to sound vaguely intelligent about Vivaldi, and the stuff about Handel fitted in nicely with all the stuff about the Hanoverians we've been watching. MULTI-DISCIPLINARY LEARNING.
And then I started watching some David Starkey bullshit about the Plantagenet/Tudor crossover but too tired.
Ultimately not a very productive day in terms of getting shit done creatively but whatever. I applied for some jobs, that would be good enough for the fucking Job Centre if I was actually claiming JSA (spoilers: I am entitled by contributions, I just don't claim. Like quite a lot of unemployed people. In fact, significantly more unemployed people than make "fraudulent claims" blah blah preaching to the converted).
Today I barely got out of bed, but I had a pretty good run of going outside every day Weds-Mon last week, and ... things. Slow recovery is best possibly. Lindsay has been in Hampshire today for his grandfather's funeral. AND THAT IS THE STORY OF SOME DAYS IN WHICH I WAS NOT PRODUCTIVE.