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Thursday, December 07, 2000
11:48 
Oooh. Tired today. The Frood monster's snoring has been pretty dreadful, and I didn't get much sleep while I was away either, even though I didn't have to listen to him snoring. Besides, had my root canal treatment yesterday. That was a giggle. I went into shock with the first injection, and they had to lie me down. I was pure white and sweating and giggling. It didn't work though. Apparently I am becoming even more resistant to these things in my old age. They had to give me another injection and 45 minutes later that had done enough for me to feel no more than the odd twinge while they stuck bits of metal down into my jaw. Head hurts today.
On my way back from Scotland, though, coming through the bus station as I went to meet Frood on Beaumont Street, I spotted some fab statues in a shop. They are wooden, and look vaguely African. It was quite dark at the time. One of them is quite tall and very fierce-looking and has a great, big willy. I am sorely tempted to get him and turn him into a ward. I need all the help I can get right now.
Scotland was nice. The weather was better than it is down here, and it was so nice to be somewhere where you can go for a walk from the house and get away from traffic noise and smells and out into somewhere very rural very quickly. Down to the beach, to feed the donkeys (Harvey and Rocky), having first given the wee Sheltie (Becky) at the top of the track an apple. Mum and I wandered along the old railway track and I tried to describe to her how to distinguish between various corvids, but she's losing her sight now and it's quite difficult for her.
It can be quite stressful at home. I have a very active family. They are very driven. They have so much on all the time that they don't really ever have time just to sit down for half an hour, so they get quite uptight about people who seem to be wasting time. If you are just sitting down, reading a book or something, for any more than around half an hour, they are asking you why you don't go for a walk or something, or if you'd like to take one of the bicycles out for a ride. This is quite difficult and frustrating if I'm not feeling well, and I haven't been feeling well recently. They are such busy people that I also feel obliged to disguise when things get really bad and just press on anyway, as there just isn't time to rest. I am paying for that now. I am incredibly stiff and have some serious pain in my legs, but there you go. It was worth it.
Although it does seem that I have quiet a lot to learn about building web pages. Still. There are advantages to being able to learn quickly.
Considering going to the Oxford Pub Moot tomorrow night. I didn't really enjoy it the previous couple of times I went, but that was before the OPC mailing list was set up, and before it moved from Antiquity Hall. I just want to get out of the house, I think, and I also think I need to find people to talk to in Oxford who have nothing to do with Oddbins, for a change. I don't know, though. The misplaced apostrophe on their homepage doesn't fill me with eager anticipation.
And they have one of those "never again the burning times" buttons, when "the Burning Times" didn't really happen anyway. Not the way everybody claims. That's another rant of mine, though, and not one I am prepared to start today.
Dreams were very strange while I was away. I had a dream in which I was asked by some very close friend of mine to have a word with their daughter, who was very magically talented with quite a lot of poke. She was in her difficult teenage years and had decided to tackle some occult problem that was really rather advanced for her understanding and she was likely to get herself into some serious trouble. She had decided that she was so powerful she was stronger than anyone else, and could therefore do anything. I had to gently but firmly demonstrate to her that she wasn't the best thing since sliced bread, and that if she went around thinking she was, she was going to be disappointed.
I had another dream in which there was this green stuff like algae that invaded a whole world, starting in the sea, in shallow water. It got onto the land and started infecting people because someone got his hook caught in the weed at the bottom while fishing, and when he pulled it free there was this stuff caught on it. That turned very nasty very quickly.
Not much else to tell right now, really. Bank is being an arse again. They refused to pay my gym fees (all 24 quid) because it would take me over my overdraft limit, but charged 20 quid for refusing to pay it. That strikes me as being ridiculous. Time to send another letter, methinks.
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