Who knows where the time goes?

[j4]

Wednesday:
Finally gave up and called in sick to work, too tired to stand up. I had been having trouble sleeping because of bunged-up-ness and sore throat, so I didn't feel too guilty. (If you can see or hear it, it's a real illness... No, really.)

Intended to get some sleep, but people kept distracting me with irc and email. Not that I ever mind at the time, of course. Eventually my body worked out that it wasn't going to get any sleep even if it kept pestering me, so it perked up a bit. Which was fortunate, as it meant I was awake enough to meet up with hoiho for dinner and poetry. Good food, good poetry, better company. :-) Roger McGough was excellent as usual; hoiho has already done a short version of the standard review, so just imagine I did one here too. ("Blah blah Liverpool poets ... on good form ... from the poignant to the philosophical to the just plain funny ... truths for our times, memorably expressed ... etc.")

"The Way Things Are" still hit me just the way it always does, though.


Thursday:
Had lunch in town with lnr, which was lovely, even if she was a bundle of nerves about her Hot Date. :-) Did more shopping than I should have done ... bought a cute little denim halter-neck top, and a black shirt with a MILLION BILLION POCKETS on it. Also finally gave in and bought the tATu album.

Thought I had karate after work, but when I got there somebody else was just arriving thinking it was time for their lesson... of course I'd forgotten that there was a sword workshop on Friday (tonight) this week, so I was counting that as my week's lesson. Felt annoyed with myself for being so stupid.

I'd agreed to stay in for "quality time" (blehh, horrid phrase) with sion_a last night, & we tried to talk about stuff but just ended up making each other tearful and miserable. Not helped by me being twitchy about other stuff anyway. More or less sorted things out short-term, and curled up to watch "The Big Sleep" together -- fantastic film! -- but I still don't feel like much has been sorted out or changed long-term. :-(


And now:
I'm tired, so tired. I feel hollow inside.

In the animated film "Flight of Dragons", they explain how dragons fly; it's all to do with hot air, and limestone in the belly. Anyway, if you run out of limestone, or you breathe out too much fire, you run out of hot air and you can't fly any more. If you let it get to that point, there's nothing you can do about it; you just crash and burn.

I seem to have been thinking about dragons a lot lately.

Also thinking about personals ads. Finding it very difficult to write one for myself, because I can think of so many different ones depending on the mood I'm in. Currently thinking of something along the lines of:

"Tired saggy jumper seeks strong body to give it new shape. Wear me in, wear me out! Unravelling in places but still comfortable."

... I feel like I've lost all my sharp edges. Things used to be brighter, sharper, clearer. Mostly I just want to sleep.

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if it's only (or nearly only) things which involve spending money that make you cheerful then this may be something worth addressing.

I think you're right, but I don't really know how to address it. ... This worries me. I'm used to being able to figure things out and change them. I've built my life on sorting out my life. (Yes yes... shifting sandcastles, and an obvious bootstrapping problem. But seriously.)

Too hungover to write about this coherently but it's partly about identity, and partly about control, and partly just about wanting shiny things because they're shiny.

It's stating the obvious but you may find it useful to train yourself to do more fun free things which aren't going to cause angst in other ways.

Nothing's completely free. Everything has an impact somewhere, and my finances are something that has limited fallout; particularly limited emotional impact on people I care about.

People make me happy. But spending time with people nearly always seems to involve spending money -- in pubs, or shopping, or eating, or whatever. I don't want to stop my friends having fun just because I'm too stupid to earn as much money as they do. :-(