What am I doing with my life.
The week so far, for the benefit of my ailing memory:
Monday:
Therapy (penultimate)
Tired and wobbly descent to see Doug in hospital. Constant feeling of Getting It Wrong somehow, mostly brought on by trying to remember to do all the things in Dave's emails without destroying Doug's temper.
Stopped into Vietnamese supermarket on the way home and bought an immoderate quantity of frozen fish, whose presence has been massively improving my life.
1 episode of Preacher.
Tuesday:
Second episode of Preacher. Slow return to work-outs as shoulder seems to have recovered.
HUGE walk: stopped into Evans Cycles to enquire after the bike I want, ended up putting down £50 deposit to order it in so I can fanny around with it next week and see if we get on. This is A Problem as I am now frothing with rage about wanting a go on it RIGHT NOW.
Walk continued through Archway (old man had heatstroke, two Met Officers looking after him while a first-aider did her thing. One of them holding up an umbrella), Kentish Town, Camden. Stopped in Camden for an Iced Tea from Starbucks. Ingenious addition to their menu; finally something I can drink that won't turn me into a ball and which also doesn't taste of burned ass. Carried on down Warren Street (Hmart now exists, spent money on groceries), Tottenham Court Road (Planet Organic; protein bread), Charing Cross Road, into Foyles to pee (where a man apparently had exploding diarrhoea - spent ages flushing and cleaning the toilet, came out looking grey in the face, cubicle stank) where they also didn't have the book I wanted; Soho (Old Compton Street was a Mistake in this weather, too many Hot Boys in small vests, rage), Whole Foods (finally found Temari Roasted Soya Beans, also vegan protein shakes for Ali), Piccadilly Waterstones for the book I wanted (mildly flirtatious cashier gave me an ILLEGAL stamp on my card - I spent under the threshold but he liked my face), threw self on the mercy of the basement Costa and discovered I'd been walking around in 32C heat all day and that's why I was knackered and dehydrated. Got text from Emma calling off the entire purpose of my excursion (taking her to dinner for belated birthday thing at Shibuya Soho; they do kakigoori which is ... well, a good solution to the heat) as she has AN INFECTED LEG D:.
Somewhat miffed but made the best of it, went to Japan Centre for additional nonsense and kakigoori where there new guy ballsed up my order ("Snow cone" does not mean "Ice cream" you've literally got a sign up explaining to your customers what a snow cone is so I asked for that and NOT KAKIGOORI idjoaicaoihscaocha idiot; then they didn't have the matcha one...), stomped off home.
Went to see Ghostbusters with my unexpectedly free evening & entire household. It was better than my mildly positive expectations and was highly enjoyable use of time.
Wednesday:
Bigger workout but still blighted by problems having enough plate weights to make up dumbbells/barbells to the weight that I need for different exercises, snarl, complain.
Went to Camden with Jess, which involved going into a lot of chain shops to look at their sales, and through the food market a bit so she could have a polish sausage and I could have NOTHING LOSER YOU GET TO EAT NOTHING EVER BECAUSE YOU'RE A FAT FUCK and we got yelled at by a starling.
Had cocktails, Jess drew some stuff; went through the remainder of the market and descended unto Harry's Tea Rooms in the basement, which were open for once. Jess drew some more stuff, I availed myself of the free wifi, she shanghai'd me into drawing a picture of her because she'd drawn one of me.
I mutinied and refused to go into multiple vintage clothing shops (LIMIT YOURSELF TO ONE FFS) and resisted the lure of both a HAWKES OF SAVILE ROW MILITARY SUIT FOR UNDER A HUNDRED POUNDS (it was too big) and a BROWN LEATHER BIKER JACKET FOR FORTY QUID (arms looked silly); Jess bought more Cons.
Jess tried to mutiny over going into Cyberdog but ended up following me down into the bowls of silly techno hell anyway.
We left the loud hot market and went up the canal to Regents Park, through Regents Park in worsening mood (tired, hot, hungry, desperately in need of a piss), lured away from my original objective of La Fromagerie by Jess not wanting to go there; into a posh Oxfam because I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHY BUT HEY LET'S GO IN THERE, headed back east past a gloriously silly small car (Jess insisted this was going to cost exactly the same as a petrol car and remove "the entire point of having a car", which demonstrates rather less understanding of what I want it for than I'd suspected, but she did put up with me talking about HOW TO IMPROVE LONDON for a solid ten minutes earlier in the day), found a Starbucks.
More drawing, more recuperation. Headed home, slowly.
Thursday:
Various shite to get done at home (working on a tattoo design, mostly). Then headed to Susanne's in the evening. Was meant to be going with Jess but this turned into an almighty row about my inability to understand that being asked the same question three or four times when I've given a perfectly coherent answer the first time is Asking For Reassurance and must be treated gently and kindly and with diplomacy, rather than Implying That I Am An Idiot Or Lying, which is generally how I take "I heard what you said but I'm going to ask you again and again anyway!"
Went to Susanne's and drank All The Cocktails, which was already a bad idea, and then lost the ability to make good decisions re: food, which I am now studiously attempting not to think about so that I don't go fucking bananas over how much I ate.
Friday/Today:
Home-based admin stuff. Food shopping. As gruelling a work-out as I could physically manage. Doing well on that "not going crazy bananas" thing hahaha.
Tomorrow:
Brighton for Trans Pride, Muffy, general seasidery.
Sunday:
Home-based stuff, mostly just like... fucking... attempting to do anything with this stupid book.
Monday:
Last ever therapy sessions. :|
>>>
Also I did the thing. Downloaded a shiny PAY USING THIS AND THEN ACTUALLY MAYBE KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY YOU HAVE toy. Which apparently only works in about four fucking shops. Sigh.
Monday:
Therapy (penultimate)
Tired and wobbly descent to see Doug in hospital. Constant feeling of Getting It Wrong somehow, mostly brought on by trying to remember to do all the things in Dave's emails without destroying Doug's temper.
Stopped into Vietnamese supermarket on the way home and bought an immoderate quantity of frozen fish, whose presence has been massively improving my life.
1 episode of Preacher.
Tuesday:
Second episode of Preacher. Slow return to work-outs as shoulder seems to have recovered.
HUGE walk: stopped into Evans Cycles to enquire after the bike I want, ended up putting down £50 deposit to order it in so I can fanny around with it next week and see if we get on. This is A Problem as I am now frothing with rage about wanting a go on it RIGHT NOW.
Walk continued through Archway (old man had heatstroke, two Met Officers looking after him while a first-aider did her thing. One of them holding up an umbrella), Kentish Town, Camden. Stopped in Camden for an Iced Tea from Starbucks. Ingenious addition to their menu; finally something I can drink that won't turn me into a ball and which also doesn't taste of burned ass. Carried on down Warren Street (Hmart now exists, spent money on groceries), Tottenham Court Road (Planet Organic; protein bread), Charing Cross Road, into Foyles to pee (where a man apparently had exploding diarrhoea - spent ages flushing and cleaning the toilet, came out looking grey in the face, cubicle stank) where they also didn't have the book I wanted; Soho (Old Compton Street was a Mistake in this weather, too many Hot Boys in small vests, rage), Whole Foods (finally found Temari Roasted Soya Beans, also vegan protein shakes for Ali), Piccadilly Waterstones for the book I wanted (mildly flirtatious cashier gave me an ILLEGAL stamp on my card - I spent under the threshold but he liked my face), threw self on the mercy of the basement Costa and discovered I'd been walking around in 32C heat all day and that's why I was knackered and dehydrated. Got text from Emma calling off the entire purpose of my excursion (taking her to dinner for belated birthday thing at Shibuya Soho; they do kakigoori which is ... well, a good solution to the heat) as she has AN INFECTED LEG D:.
Somewhat miffed but made the best of it, went to Japan Centre for additional nonsense and kakigoori where there new guy ballsed up my order ("Snow cone" does not mean "Ice cream" you've literally got a sign up explaining to your customers what a snow cone is so I asked for that and NOT KAKIGOORI idjoaicaoihscaocha idiot; then they didn't have the matcha one...), stomped off home.
Went to see Ghostbusters with my unexpectedly free evening & entire household. It was better than my mildly positive expectations and was highly enjoyable use of time.
Wednesday:
Bigger workout but still blighted by problems having enough plate weights to make up dumbbells/barbells to the weight that I need for different exercises, snarl, complain.
Went to Camden with Jess, which involved going into a lot of chain shops to look at their sales, and through the food market a bit so she could have a polish sausage and I could have NOTHING LOSER YOU GET TO EAT NOTHING EVER BECAUSE YOU'RE A FAT FUCK and we got yelled at by a starling.
Had cocktails, Jess drew some stuff; went through the remainder of the market and descended unto Harry's Tea Rooms in the basement, which were open for once. Jess drew some more stuff, I availed myself of the free wifi, she shanghai'd me into drawing a picture of her because she'd drawn one of me.
I mutinied and refused to go into multiple vintage clothing shops (LIMIT YOURSELF TO ONE FFS) and resisted the lure of both a HAWKES OF SAVILE ROW MILITARY SUIT FOR UNDER A HUNDRED POUNDS (it was too big) and a BROWN LEATHER BIKER JACKET FOR FORTY QUID (arms looked silly); Jess bought more Cons.
Jess tried to mutiny over going into Cyberdog but ended up following me down into the bowls of silly techno hell anyway.
We left the loud hot market and went up the canal to Regents Park, through Regents Park in worsening mood (tired, hot, hungry, desperately in need of a piss), lured away from my original objective of La Fromagerie by Jess not wanting to go there; into a posh Oxfam because I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHY BUT HEY LET'S GO IN THERE, headed back east past a gloriously silly small car (Jess insisted this was going to cost exactly the same as a petrol car and remove "the entire point of having a car", which demonstrates rather less understanding of what I want it for than I'd suspected, but she did put up with me talking about HOW TO IMPROVE LONDON for a solid ten minutes earlier in the day), found a Starbucks.
More drawing, more recuperation. Headed home, slowly.
Thursday:
Various shite to get done at home (working on a tattoo design, mostly). Then headed to Susanne's in the evening. Was meant to be going with Jess but this turned into an almighty row about my inability to understand that being asked the same question three or four times when I've given a perfectly coherent answer the first time is Asking For Reassurance and must be treated gently and kindly and with diplomacy, rather than Implying That I Am An Idiot Or Lying, which is generally how I take "I heard what you said but I'm going to ask you again and again anyway!"
Went to Susanne's and drank All The Cocktails, which was already a bad idea, and then lost the ability to make good decisions re: food, which I am now studiously attempting not to think about so that I don't go fucking bananas over how much I ate.
Friday/Today:
Home-based admin stuff. Food shopping. As gruelling a work-out as I could physically manage. Doing well on that "not going crazy bananas" thing hahaha.
Tomorrow:
Brighton for Trans Pride, Muffy, general seasidery.
Sunday:
Home-based stuff, mostly just like... fucking... attempting to do anything with this stupid book.
Monday:
Last ever therapy sessions. :|
>>>
Also I did the thing. Downloaded a shiny PAY USING THIS AND THEN ACTUALLY MAYBE KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY YOU HAVE toy. Which apparently only works in about four fucking shops. Sigh.