Then we got up and walked some more.*
While I scarf down nibble on a vending-machine waffle and wait for the closest thing I have to a painkiller to kick in (not that those things ever work), let me tell you about Wednesday.
Wednesday rose it's ugly, bed-haired head thinking, "Today, I will be a horrible, no good, very bad day!" Which is to say, things started of badly and went on from there. My alarm clock didn't ring so I woke up much, much too late. I took an hour to go from breakfast to dressed. It wasn't even a breakfasty breakfast, as I had no food in the house that could have been dressed up as a breakfast food. I went to the garage to get my bike, dropping a number of items along the way, including my padlock, which fell on my naked, exposed foot, at a particularly painful angle.
I got on the bike, "Shitshitshit"-ing all the way because I was now terribly, terribly late and inanimate objects seemed to have taken ninja classes recently. I popped on my iPod, armed with a new podfic. Alas, it was Life Is a Banquet (and Some Poor Suckers Are Starving to Death) which is nothing but a list of food item after food item being devoured by Winchesters. Awesome? Yes. Something to listen to when you're famished? No.
So I stumbled into a cafeteria and got a sandwhich and a coffee. I finished the sandwhich. I was still starving. I considered getting another, or going someplace else and getting a sort of second lunch. (Because, honestly, dinner'd been laughable and breakfast had been nil. I was famished.) I shrugged this brilliant idea off and trudged back to my bike, hoping to get to work at least before 1 pm.
I never made it. Instead, I passed by a McD's, said "Fuck this shit," and had lunch. Still felt rather starved, but chalked it up to slow responses. And I was sitting there, looking at the time, trying to get my head together (which was a bit like trying to haul a panicked floundering creature from the bottom of a well with a very old and doubtful rope). And the words "Fuck this shit," were uttered a second time, and I went home.
To not be a total failure at life, the universe and everything, I got my list of knitting requirements and went of to the store. A lovely lady helped me out a lot, looking through all the balls of yarn for the appropriate one, apologizing that it wasn't 100% wool as the pattern called for (not that I mind at all). The colour was sort of non-selectable, as it was the material that dictated whether I was taking it or not. I bought four skeins and a pair of needles and trudged back home, feeling less pitiful.
And then I knit. For the first time in my life, I managed to cast on stitches! I've never been able to do this, and mom's shown me how to do it hundreds of times (althogh by "shown" I mean "done for me infront of me at speed, saying, See? Easy peasy.") YouTube has brilliant knitting needles.
And that was my day.
I've been chatting more with Robert on Skype, which is lovely, even if it does mean late nights. He told me that the drought's still being a bitch and, as a consequence, the country's pretty much starving. See, the drought's been going on for like over a year now (so that's 2-3 rains missing) and with the post-election violence of last year, less farmers went back to their land, resulting in less crops to start off with.
I ought to work, but I don't know where to start anymore. Plus, in pain. Paaaaiiiiin. That and it took me an ongoing litany of variations on "Yes, I can do this," to get me out of my room, across town and into the office. I am not kidding.
* Digger, July 10th Comic by ursulav
Wednesday rose it's ugly, bed-haired head thinking, "Today, I will be a horrible, no good, very bad day!" Which is to say, things started of badly and went on from there. My alarm clock didn't ring so I woke up much, much too late. I took an hour to go from breakfast to dressed. It wasn't even a breakfasty breakfast, as I had no food in the house that could have been dressed up as a breakfast food. I went to the garage to get my bike, dropping a number of items along the way, including my padlock, which fell on my naked, exposed foot, at a particularly painful angle.
I got on the bike, "Shitshitshit"-ing all the way because I was now terribly, terribly late and inanimate objects seemed to have taken ninja classes recently. I popped on my iPod, armed with a new podfic. Alas, it was Life Is a Banquet (and Some Poor Suckers Are Starving to Death) which is nothing but a list of food item after food item being devoured by Winchesters. Awesome? Yes. Something to listen to when you're famished? No.
So I stumbled into a cafeteria and got a sandwhich and a coffee. I finished the sandwhich. I was still starving. I considered getting another, or going someplace else and getting a sort of second lunch. (Because, honestly, dinner'd been laughable and breakfast had been nil. I was famished.) I shrugged this brilliant idea off and trudged back to my bike, hoping to get to work at least before 1 pm.
I never made it. Instead, I passed by a McD's, said "Fuck this shit," and had lunch. Still felt rather starved, but chalked it up to slow responses. And I was sitting there, looking at the time, trying to get my head together (which was a bit like trying to haul a panicked floundering creature from the bottom of a well with a very old and doubtful rope). And the words "Fuck this shit," were uttered a second time, and I went home.
To not be a total failure at life, the universe and everything, I got my list of knitting requirements and went of to the store. A lovely lady helped me out a lot, looking through all the balls of yarn for the appropriate one, apologizing that it wasn't 100% wool as the pattern called for (not that I mind at all). The colour was sort of non-selectable, as it was the material that dictated whether I was taking it or not. I bought four skeins and a pair of needles and trudged back home, feeling less pitiful.
And then I knit. For the first time in my life, I managed to cast on stitches! I've never been able to do this, and mom's shown me how to do it hundreds of times (althogh by "shown" I mean "done for me infront of me at speed, saying, See? Easy peasy.") YouTube has brilliant knitting needles.
And that was my day.
I've been chatting more with Robert on Skype, which is lovely, even if it does mean late nights. He told me that the drought's still being a bitch and, as a consequence, the country's pretty much starving. See, the drought's been going on for like over a year now (so that's 2-3 rains missing) and with the post-election violence of last year, less farmers went back to their land, resulting in less crops to start off with.
I ought to work, but I don't know where to start anymore. Plus, in pain. Paaaaiiiiin. That and it took me an ongoing litany of variations on "Yes, I can do this," to get me out of my room, across town and into the office. I am not kidding.
* Digger, July 10th Comic by ursulav