March 6th, 2006


My very own Late Devonian Period

Sitting here in the living room, typing quietly, as both parents are feigning death following our walk up Crockern Tor and subsequent large lunch.  Even the dog's exhausted, having spent the afternoon resisting the urge to chase sheep, and has retired to sprawl on the parent's bed.

My stomach is substantially better, as my dad diagnosed me as having a mild gastritis, possibly brought on by my cold, and has stuck me on Ranitidine (to lower stomach acid) and Gaviscon (to line it, while it recovers).  The combination has meant that I've been reduced from intense discomfort to the mild kind, and from ongoing pain to occasional.  I'm burping a fair bit though.  This should all be temporary, and I'll be off the drugs within the week.

I feel somewhat conflicted, as part of me could do with another 3 or 4 days like this, and part of me wants to get back into work and get the verdammt project finished (2-3 weeks of work away).  I'll have to go with the latter, and that's not troubling me too much.

Of to catch the place at 5:30 - I'll hit Edinburgh at 8:30 and then do a bit of tidying before collapsing into sleep.  Twill be nice to get home again.  

Late answers

These ones are for marrog - if you meant to ask me questions, head here.

I feel that most of my friends know me to a certain extent.  I also feel that some of my closest friends have odd ideas about me, thinking that I feel quite differently to how I actually do.  I consider myself fairly easy to get to know in some ways - it's not like I keep my opinions to myself.  But I seem to have a cloaking field when it comes to emotional things, and people frequently seem to misunderstand me, especially when I get defensive or flippant.

I'm a firm believe in pure emotional response when it comes to love.  If people are connected to their own emotions, then they know what they're feeling. I don't think there's any one marker that says "This is love" and "This isn't". However, I do believe that people engage in their own Stalinist Revisionism, editing their past experiences into a form that makes their life more story-like. Hence statements like "I just thought I was in love, but now I know the real thing." and "I've never felt this way before."

I have almost no interest in fanfic, there being even more bad writing there than there is with paid-fic, and my spare time not being high enough to make it worthwhile trawling through looking for the good stuff. Discussions of the finer detail of slashfic go around 50 feet over my head. Oh, and I've never fancied Sarah Michelle Gellar, which doesn't help. Eliza Dushku used to be a hottie, but I've pretty much gone off her too.

I'm not actually listening to much at the mo, when I'm outside work.  In work it's largely been Laibach, Covenant, various bits of bleep, and the Gotan Project.

And no, complex HTML thingies are beyond me.  You could join lj_style though, they would be able to help you work out how to perfect your LJ.

Epic Travels

Plane from Exeter  -> Edinburgh was cancelled, due to faultiness.  This meant all of us were put onto the Glasgow flight instead, which dropped off Exeter->Glasgow people when we landed there, took on the Glasgow->Exeter passengers, did a sharp right turn, flew to Edinburgh, and dropped the Exeter->Edinburgh people off there, before (presumably) picking up Edinburgh->Exeter people and heading back South.

This meant that I arrived in Edinburgh at 10:30 rather than 8:30, rather ruining my ideas of a quiet end to my 4 days off.

Now to get some sleep, quickly!