Of mice and stoned sloths
Well, Christmas is over, and I am almost rid of my killer flu-cold. I spent Christmas miserable, being unable to breathe or move without hurting. My nose was blocked, my throat was sore and all my joints ached (seriously, my toes hurt when I moved them). I looked kind of like a stoned sloth and moved in slow motion. We had a great meal, which I couldn't actually taste... I'm kind of pissed that the only two days I could not do any work were ruined by the fact that I couldn't do anything fun either, but it wasn't an actively bad Christmas.
And, I got two big bags of scraps of felt from Pol, which was pretty awesome. I made a bunch of stuff already.
In other news, today my driving instructor gave me a long talk about how he never knew if he was being too hard on me during the lesson, because I hide my emotions so well. Then he told me: "Don't worry, Inny, this may be very hard for you, but I'm sure you're very good at translating."
Which, you know, I've been spending my entire holiday revising my translation thesis because I am one of three students too stupid to pass it. So it's good I can 'hide my emotions', or I would have either punched him in the face or started sobbing. Possibly both.
And, I got two big bags of scraps of felt from Pol, which was pretty awesome. I made a bunch of stuff already.
In other news, today my driving instructor gave me a long talk about how he never knew if he was being too hard on me during the lesson, because I hide my emotions so well. Then he told me: "Don't worry, Inny, this may be very hard for you, but I'm sure you're very good at translating."
Which, you know, I've been spending my entire holiday revising my translation thesis because I am one of three students too stupid to pass it. So it's good I can 'hide my emotions', or I would have either punched him in the face or started sobbing. Possibly both.