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Sep. 8th, 2008 04:51 pmSo, on Saturday night I got absolutely trashed and broke my toe and sort of only vaguely remember stubbing my toe and woke up and it was broken.
And that, I feel, sums up why it is perhaps best I spend the majority of my time outside of Ormskirk. Because mother of christ this thing really hurts. Fortunately, having two nurses in the house and, you know, owning a modicum of common sense and many years in a nursing environment myself means that I am entirely confident in self-diagnosis and healing. Basically, I am taking ibroprofen, strapping it to the toe next to it and making sure it doesn't start bending funny. It's all good. Well, it isn't, actually, it rather hurts but this is what happens when you drink approximately your own bodyweight in booze. Complex driving that involves the clutch hurts significantly, so let's hope my motorway run on Saturday involves very little heavy traffic and many long speeds involving getting into fifth and staying there, okay?
Talking of moving back to St Andrews, THAT IS HAPPENING SOON. I want to get going with things, but I once again have come up to the slightly unsurmountable obstacle of lack of space. Normally I do a shopping run in the big Tescos at Southport before I come back, but I'll have nowhere in the car to keep it on the journey, so I'll have to do that when I get there. The same is true of the 'back to school' stationary runs, etc, etc. Also can't start packing until Friday as there is nowhere I can keep it between staying here and moving.
However, I have been quite productive. I went to the bank and asked for an extension to my overdraft and simultaneously paid in the rent money from Susie and Katie. They were immediately suspicious until I explained that hey ho, all of the money in my account AND the money being paid in just about covered a third of a year of rent for the house. There was then some sympathy re: house prices and they happily put my overdraft limit up and assured me 'it would all be worth it'. I came home, contacted landlady, and sorted out paying the rent and moving in, so that's all ready. Then finally Fat Face phoned me out of the blue to inform me of my working hours, which are entirely reasonable. (I did have to howl "NOT WEDNESDAY! ONE CLASS A WEEK AND IT IS WEDNESDAY!" a lot but I have been doing that for three months anyway now.)
Last time I've ever going to do this, as an undergraduate anyway. It's my favourite time of year, September; we're going into autumn, which is my favourite season, and you get to have new things and experience new people and it's all just quite exciting. Also this year I am on a mission to find academic kids (I'm academically married now - at least one engagement worked out!) and have more fun than you can shake a stick at.
And that, I feel, sums up why it is perhaps best I spend the majority of my time outside of Ormskirk. Because mother of christ this thing really hurts. Fortunately, having two nurses in the house and, you know, owning a modicum of common sense and many years in a nursing environment myself means that I am entirely confident in self-diagnosis and healing. Basically, I am taking ibroprofen, strapping it to the toe next to it and making sure it doesn't start bending funny. It's all good. Well, it isn't, actually, it rather hurts but this is what happens when you drink approximately your own bodyweight in booze. Complex driving that involves the clutch hurts significantly, so let's hope my motorway run on Saturday involves very little heavy traffic and many long speeds involving getting into fifth and staying there, okay?
Talking of moving back to St Andrews, THAT IS HAPPENING SOON. I want to get going with things, but I once again have come up to the slightly unsurmountable obstacle of lack of space. Normally I do a shopping run in the big Tescos at Southport before I come back, but I'll have nowhere in the car to keep it on the journey, so I'll have to do that when I get there. The same is true of the 'back to school' stationary runs, etc, etc. Also can't start packing until Friday as there is nowhere I can keep it between staying here and moving.
However, I have been quite productive. I went to the bank and asked for an extension to my overdraft and simultaneously paid in the rent money from Susie and Katie. They were immediately suspicious until I explained that hey ho, all of the money in my account AND the money being paid in just about covered a third of a year of rent for the house. There was then some sympathy re: house prices and they happily put my overdraft limit up and assured me 'it would all be worth it'. I came home, contacted landlady, and sorted out paying the rent and moving in, so that's all ready. Then finally Fat Face phoned me out of the blue to inform me of my working hours, which are entirely reasonable. (I did have to howl "NOT WEDNESDAY! ONE CLASS A WEEK AND IT IS WEDNESDAY!" a lot but I have been doing that for three months anyway now.)
Last time I've ever going to do this, as an undergraduate anyway. It's my favourite time of year, September; we're going into autumn, which is my favourite season, and you get to have new things and experience new people and it's all just quite exciting. Also this year I am on a mission to find academic kids (I'm academically married now - at least one engagement worked out!) and have more fun than you can shake a stick at.
