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The Nazgul finally won a game of cricket. As did Jinx who has played in about 14 games and was yet to win until yesterday.
I neither bowled nor batted, so had little contribution apart from captaincy, which i know had influence on the game, so i am in no way feeling undervalued.
Isotripy called me about four times while i was at the pub to get some printouts from me, and i eventually lost patience and went home got the stuff and went to drop them over. She takes the printout, embraces me, and goes back inside. She catches me glaring at her, and comes back out. She promises to paint me this "mad" painting for my birthday. Whatever. I leave.
I spent the rest of the evening at Cam & pMac's house watching the football, drinking beer, eating pizza, smoking (infrequently), and listening to them gently niggle each other. pMac pulls some sort of dominance over Cam, who comes back with a rock hard passive resistance. Great to watch and with those two sharp guys driving it, bloody funny.
Isotripy called again because she felt that she had done something wrong and felt bad and wanted to do something about it. I told her quite pointedly that, yes she had done something wrong, and no that there was nothing she could do to make it better.
Alf reckons i was on "little red angry pills" yesterday.
I think if anything this "mood disorder" that Pike reckons i have, gets closer to the surface when i'm under stress, and i'm more likely to make a dramatic shift at those times. Of course, that all seems perfectly reasonable to me.
I neither bowled nor batted, so had little contribution apart from captaincy, which i know had influence on the game, so i am in no way feeling undervalued.
Isotripy called me about four times while i was at the pub to get some printouts from me, and i eventually lost patience and went home got the stuff and went to drop them over. She takes the printout, embraces me, and goes back inside. She catches me glaring at her, and comes back out. She promises to paint me this "mad" painting for my birthday. Whatever. I leave.
I spent the rest of the evening at Cam & pMac's house watching the football, drinking beer, eating pizza, smoking (infrequently), and listening to them gently niggle each other. pMac pulls some sort of dominance over Cam, who comes back with a rock hard passive resistance. Great to watch and with those two sharp guys driving it, bloody funny.
Isotripy called again because she felt that she had done something wrong and felt bad and wanted to do something about it. I told her quite pointedly that, yes she had done something wrong, and no that there was nothing she could do to make it better.
Alf reckons i was on "little red angry pills" yesterday.
I think if anything this "mood disorder" that Pike reckons i have, gets closer to the surface when i'm under stress, and i'm more likely to make a dramatic shift at those times. Of course, that all seems perfectly reasonable to me.