Recipe time! because I want to keep in the blogging flow, and can't think of anything else offhand. Also, because these are stv's favourite candidate for occupancy of the Endless Cookie Tin, a birthday present I gave him a few years back, constituting a fancy tin + undertaking to fill same with home-made cookies on demand, which gives me a lovely ( Read more... )

I have not achieved a great deal over my three weeks of leave, mostly downtime and relaxation and recharging the batteries for the orientation/registration onslaught. But in addition to the usual pursuit of gaming (a Morrowind replay, I can't get the hell into the isometric perspective of Divinity) and fan fiction (still Sterek), I have done some ( Read more... )

I spent the weekend, as threatened, playing the latest Inquisition DLC, with rather more swearing than usual. This was because (a) I've been playing Mass Effect for the last month, and all my finger-twitches are habituated to big guns and biotics and using the space bar to interact rather than pause, and (b) because the latest Inquisition DLC is ( Read more... )

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the department which spawned me also despises my academic interests, and thinks they are Fluffy and Frivolous and UnAfrican. I am aware of this, and invoke my superhero power of Sheer Cussedness to insist on simply bumbling along doing them anyway, with considerable satisfaction and in the teeth of the ( Read more... )

Bleah. Talking to my nice therapist lady this morning about various Stupid Ex-Boyfriend Incidents way back in the mists of time (disclaimer: applies to no-one who's reading this) has put me into a profound depression for most of the day. Either that or the increase in my Warfarin dose has made me draggy and tired. Apparently my blood remains ( Read more... )

It's not surprising that I hate going to the dentist, everyone hates going to the dentist. Having someone else poke around inside your mouth is an uncomfortably intimate sort of thing even without the pain and the grinding noises and the horrible little supersonic whines of the drills. But I really hate going to the oral hygienist, in whose chair I ( Read more... )

So, dragged the Evil Landlord away from his cherry-wood piano-stool construction manoeuvres to see Dark Knight last night. ( Huh. )

Gods dammit, I'm losing weight. I had to take in the waistbands of all my skirts a couple of weeks ago, and the wretched things are all down round my hips again. Clearly I need to package the combination of reg week, kitchen renovations and my gym routine, and sell it for millyuns as a diet plan. Either that, or I'm pining for the fjords. Taking ( Read more... )

Gah. Woke up at 5am this morning with my foot violently in cramp, no doubt possessed across time by the spirit of me aged 5 on Christmas morning and completely unable to sleep from excitement. On the upside, there were slipper socks in my Christmas stocking.

Just to prove to schedule5 that I actually did achieve something vaguely like a Christmas tree:


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Gawsh, time for the seasonal, ritual expostulation. Right, then. Hey! Who let that December in here? Darned bouncers, no good, admitting any old seasonal riffraff. I can feel my inner Scrooge beating his chest and growling, in a gentlemanly, Victorian fashion. And the mall this morning? not pretty, and there are still weeks to go ( Read more... )