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Apr. 7th, 2009 05:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI am ridiculously busy. I am going back to Ormskirk tomorrow, you see. Going Back To Ormskirk is always a bit of a mixed bag, possibly a lot more so on this occasion; on the bright side I had a text from a friend who I once spent a happy evening taking tequila shots with out of eggcups and using slightly off tangerines, informing me that we were going to have a long evening with "at least three bottles of wine and a Twilight DVD." Plus ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven and I are IN THE SAME GEOGRAPHICAL LOCATION, which is always a miracle.
Also, I have to go and face my mum. I'm a bit worried about this, on the basis that I have now moved into a position of Not Worrying Until There Is Something To Worry About. There is not yet Anything To Worry about, but I have a nagging feeling that Mum isn't seeing matters like this, and this long weekend is going to be hell. I mean, I want to stay for as long as possible, and be there for her to talk to when she needs it to take the pressure off the rest of the family. Mum is impossible to reason with; if I try to be cheerful, she'll think I'm not caring, if I'm too caring then she'll think I'm trying to make her feel worse.
Oh, god, I'm an awful person.
I had planned to get my essay done by, er, yesterday. I am 3,500 words away from the finish, which means I will either be sending out begging requests for people to print and give it in for me, or I will be barrelling up the M6 like a bat out of hell on Monday morning to be at the office for 5pm. It really could go either way at this point;stupidore offered, but she has the unsure-about-arrival issue too, so there we go. I also have to drop the hamster off at my work supervisor's house this evening, clean the house, sort the recycling for dropping off tomorrow, and, you know, pack and stuff.
Mostly, at this stage, I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for about a million years. My occasional insomnia is kicking in this week, making it really hard for me to drop off, and the Hitchcock extras above my head aren't laying off. ARGH.
Anyway - if you want to contact me, I will be in Ormskirk. I will hopefully be occasionally online, but the mobile is always better.
loneraven and I are IN THE SAME GEOGRAPHICAL LOCATION, which is always a miracle.Also, I have to go and face my mum. I'm a bit worried about this, on the basis that I have now moved into a position of Not Worrying Until There Is Something To Worry About. There is not yet Anything To Worry about, but I have a nagging feeling that Mum isn't seeing matters like this, and this long weekend is going to be hell. I mean, I want to stay for as long as possible, and be there for her to talk to when she needs it to take the pressure off the rest of the family. Mum is impossible to reason with; if I try to be cheerful, she'll think I'm not caring, if I'm too caring then she'll think I'm trying to make her feel worse.
Oh, god, I'm an awful person.
I had planned to get my essay done by, er, yesterday. I am 3,500 words away from the finish, which means I will either be sending out begging requests for people to print and give it in for me, or I will be barrelling up the M6 like a bat out of hell on Monday morning to be at the office for 5pm. It really could go either way at this point;
stupidore offered, but she has the unsure-about-arrival issue too, so there we go. I also have to drop the hamster off at my work supervisor's house this evening, clean the house, sort the recycling for dropping off tomorrow, and, you know, pack and stuff.Mostly, at this stage, I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for about a million years. My occasional insomnia is kicking in this week, making it really hard for me to drop off, and the Hitchcock extras above my head aren't laying off. ARGH.
Anyway - if you want to contact me, I will be in Ormskirk. I will hopefully be occasionally online, but the mobile is always better.
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Date: 2009-04-07 09:39 pm (UTC)if I try to be cheerful, she'll think I'm not caring, if I'm too caring then she'll think I'm trying to make her feel worse
is particularly difficult. *hugs* It's only a long weekend, it'll sort itself out. Hang on in there.
And enjoy being geographically coexistant with Iona! This is the sort of thing that should be celebrated.