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Aug. 25th, 2007 04:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolTo make a long story short, the saga of my wireless internet remains distinctly Ongoing. The USB thingie has now crapped up. I would go and get a new one, but I think I will put it on the backburner until I get back from my holiday. Still, though, argh. I'm felt so cut off all summer. When I'm back at uni, it may be a case of running my computer off an ethernet cable from our wireless boz, as both Katie and Sarah have inbuilt wireless access compared to my computer that keeps on trying to fight it.
I finished work today, and in a strange sort of way, I'm really going to miss the buggars. They got me a present! I've never had a present from work before that wasn't blatently bought in a service station on the way to work by a guilty manager. Okay, I think it was still bought yesterday, but still. AWWWW. Going back at Christmas, mind you, but I tell you, that lie in tomorrow is going to be sweet, as is the knowledge that for three months, incontinence pads are no longer my worry.
Or so I hope.
Unfortunately, looming rather larger in my worries is the fact that I'm going on holiday in four days and am completely unprepared for it. Have purchased necessary stuff in terms of sunscreen, bag, etc, etc, but need to pack, confirm dates with youth hostels (because they are STUPID), sort out money to change into Euros, print off flight and hotel details and OH MY GOD THIS IS MY PANICKED FACE. Most of this is Simon's concerned, and being the control freak that I am, this is REALLY REALLY CONCERNING ME.
And I also have to sort out the stuff for going back to St Andrews, which I am really panicking about as I have sort of perhaps not even looked at my packing for three months now. Oh god.
I should stop being on the internet maybe and go and put my laundry in, for a start. Mostly I just want to ignore all this and enjoy the fact I'm not in work and can paint my nails and stay up late and drink wine. WAHEY.
I finished work today, and in a strange sort of way, I'm really going to miss the buggars. They got me a present! I've never had a present from work before that wasn't blatently bought in a service station on the way to work by a guilty manager. Okay, I think it was still bought yesterday, but still. AWWWW. Going back at Christmas, mind you, but I tell you, that lie in tomorrow is going to be sweet, as is the knowledge that for three months, incontinence pads are no longer my worry.
Or so I hope.
Unfortunately, looming rather larger in my worries is the fact that I'm going on holiday in four days and am completely unprepared for it. Have purchased necessary stuff in terms of sunscreen, bag, etc, etc, but need to pack, confirm dates with youth hostels (because they are STUPID), sort out money to change into Euros, print off flight and hotel details and OH MY GOD THIS IS MY PANICKED FACE. Most of this is Simon's concerned, and being the control freak that I am, this is REALLY REALLY CONCERNING ME.
And I also have to sort out the stuff for going back to St Andrews, which I am really panicking about as I have sort of perhaps not even looked at my packing for three months now. Oh god.
I should stop being on the internet maybe and go and put my laundry in, for a start. Mostly I just want to ignore all this and enjoy the fact I'm not in work and can paint my nails and stay up late and drink wine. WAHEY.
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Date: 2007-08-25 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-31 12:05 am (UTC)-don't do this. kyra does this, and it's really fucking annoying. there are cables lying between my bedroom and the kitchen (oh, which incidentally i have to go through to get to the front door) which trip me all the time, and occasionally get pulled out.
also, good luck with holiday stuff. you are far more organised and capable than you believe. you scare me with your facilitation skills. so go, and have fun, and tell me all about it later. maybe in a series of postcards.
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