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lnrMy mum just rang to invite me to a gig: Thea Gilmore in Manchester, Friday 1st July. Some sort of festival. Tempting. Very. But it's the week after Glasto so I shall be knackered and I declined. Shame she doesn't seem to be touring anywhere else this summer. She was fabulous at the Folk Fest last year.
Today has mostly been characterised by tiredness and an associated complete inability to type. I mean appallingly bad typing. I wish I could even work out how I managed to type "©ool" into irc earlier. I did however have a small victory this afternoon in actually making myself go in and tell Caroline I was struggling to get anything done and ask for some hints on small things I could be getting on with, and even managed to get on to an extent. It felt like a huge step.
Quiet night in with telly tonight: with thanks to Ross for lending us Saturday's Dr Who and a rather entertaining CSI: they seem to love cases with odd fetishes. I remember the Furry one, and this on was Infantilism. And LSD. A scary combination. Anyway, only one CSI tonight, for some reason Miami has moved to Wednesdays for the time being. So I can get an early night and maybe catch up on sleep a little. Amusingly despite the jetlag Mike slept better than I did last night! And turfed me out bright and early (by my standards) in the morning so he could get another hour's kip without my snooze alarm keeping disturbing him. Bless.
Moods still swinging and round and round, and probably will be for a bit yet. Kind of complicated. But I do feel loved, which makes all the difference in coping with it.
Today has mostly been characterised by tiredness and an associated complete inability to type. I mean appallingly bad typing. I wish I could even work out how I managed to type "©ool" into irc earlier. I did however have a small victory this afternoon in actually making myself go in and tell Caroline I was struggling to get anything done and ask for some hints on small things I could be getting on with, and even managed to get on to an extent. It felt like a huge step.
Quiet night in with telly tonight: with thanks to Ross for lending us Saturday's Dr Who and a rather entertaining CSI: they seem to love cases with odd fetishes. I remember the Furry one, and this on was Infantilism. And LSD. A scary combination. Anyway, only one CSI tonight, for some reason Miami has moved to Wednesdays for the time being. So I can get an early night and maybe catch up on sleep a little. Amusingly despite the jetlag Mike slept better than I did last night! And turfed me out bright and early (by my standards) in the morning so he could get another hour's kip without my snooze alarm keeping disturbing him. Bless.
Moods still swinging and round and round, and probably will be for a bit yet. Kind of complicated. But I do feel loved, which makes all the difference in coping with it.
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Date: 2005-05-10 11:00 pm (UTC)Quite easily, if you accidentally pressed the Compose key before starting the word. (Perhaps the difficult part is working out which key on your keyboard is mapped to Compose.)
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide
Date: 2005-05-10 11:20 pm (UTC)It makes all the difference, FULL STOP.
*sigh*
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Date: 2005-05-11 01:23 am (UTC)Its been replaced with a show which follows the real CSI offices in Las Vegas and is called, appropriately enough, "The Real CSI".
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Date: 2005-05-11 01:26 am (UTC)