I am being totally lacklustre and boring tonight
I am eating grain waves on the bed because the stupid (but delicious) restaurant dinner was piddly small and so totally not enough to eat.
This morning I got up and watched an episode of Battlestar Galactica 1980 on youtube. It was one of the strangest things I have ever seen. They had invisible motorbikes and a device that translated human slang. Also, it was 1980, one of the most epic years for hair styles ever.
Somehow I ended up on the phone roster twice today so spent half the day leaving the phone on random shelves in the library, remembering suddenly, and running around trying to find it befor eit rang.
A small child was running about with an axe. He called me "RAARGH MUMMY!" which scared me more than the axe till I worked out his mother was behind me.
I was fine for most of the morning till I had to get some books from the shelf underneath the heater. The heater is huge (a meter cubed?) and low and hanging by a pipe. I do not like it. It makes me irrational. I feel like its going to fall on my head (I almost scrape my head on it anyway) and I will be crushed into pulpy oblivion.
After that I spent the rest of the day looking for things that might fall on me and being anxious. My shin muscles hurt. Apparently I have tense shins. I am getting so, so annoyed at myself for being constantly tense in Palmerston North. SERIOUSLY. FED UP WITH IT. STUPID BODY AND BRAIN. JUST RELAX. It's never this bad in Christchuch. IRRATIONAL. I also made the mistake of looking up in the supermarket BAD BAD IDEA they didn't have any cages, just had stock piled on top of the shelves waiting to squish little people beneath it.
I lay in the bath for ages last night and my muscles were still tense. Guh.
Everyone keeps saying it is a cold night. I LOVE it. It's not cold, not bitingly horribly cold. It's gorgeous. And windy. I love when it's windy at night. Stupid everyone.
Tomorrow I get to come home.
I miss everyone.
Everything in this room is slightly wrong. The dimensions... you have to open the door to put the chain on or else it doesn't reach. You have to climb into the bath to reach the plug properly. The curtains are too long for the freakishly small windows. You can't plug in your laptop in the bedroom because the wardrobe is too close to the socket. It's all very nothing-fits-here symbolic.
I don't know whether to read books in the bath or watch Skins (in the bath).
I cant wait for the weekend. Mexican dinner and catch up with Cath and Jen and chocolate mousse on Friday, Drinkies at Phil's on Saturday.
I loved last weekend. Lindisfarne. Bonfire under a full moon and winter tree branches and lovely, lovely people.
Okay, that's enough of that, I'm going to have a bath. With books, I think.
Books and chocolate.
This morning I got up and watched an episode of Battlestar Galactica 1980 on youtube. It was one of the strangest things I have ever seen. They had invisible motorbikes and a device that translated human slang. Also, it was 1980, one of the most epic years for hair styles ever.
Somehow I ended up on the phone roster twice today so spent half the day leaving the phone on random shelves in the library, remembering suddenly, and running around trying to find it befor eit rang.
A small child was running about with an axe. He called me "RAARGH MUMMY!" which scared me more than the axe till I worked out his mother was behind me.
I was fine for most of the morning till I had to get some books from the shelf underneath the heater. The heater is huge (a meter cubed?) and low and hanging by a pipe. I do not like it. It makes me irrational. I feel like its going to fall on my head (I almost scrape my head on it anyway) and I will be crushed into pulpy oblivion.
After that I spent the rest of the day looking for things that might fall on me and being anxious. My shin muscles hurt. Apparently I have tense shins. I am getting so, so annoyed at myself for being constantly tense in Palmerston North. SERIOUSLY. FED UP WITH IT. STUPID BODY AND BRAIN. JUST RELAX. It's never this bad in Christchuch. IRRATIONAL. I also made the mistake of looking up in the supermarket BAD BAD IDEA they didn't have any cages, just had stock piled on top of the shelves waiting to squish little people beneath it.
I lay in the bath for ages last night and my muscles were still tense. Guh.
Everyone keeps saying it is a cold night. I LOVE it. It's not cold, not bitingly horribly cold. It's gorgeous. And windy. I love when it's windy at night. Stupid everyone.
Tomorrow I get to come home.
I miss everyone.
Everything in this room is slightly wrong. The dimensions... you have to open the door to put the chain on or else it doesn't reach. You have to climb into the bath to reach the plug properly. The curtains are too long for the freakishly small windows. You can't plug in your laptop in the bedroom because the wardrobe is too close to the socket. It's all very nothing-fits-here symbolic.
I don't know whether to read books in the bath or watch Skins (in the bath).
I cant wait for the weekend. Mexican dinner and catch up with Cath and Jen and chocolate mousse on Friday, Drinkies at Phil's on Saturday.
I loved last weekend. Lindisfarne. Bonfire under a full moon and winter tree branches and lovely, lovely people.
Okay, that's enough of that, I'm going to have a bath. With books, I think.
Books and chocolate.