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Little Foo has developed very strong opinions about getting-up time.

She has taken to not just cuddling up to me and purring, but climbing on me and off me. Well. Jumping really.

She now also circles my body, although she mostly seems to jump over at just below my knees. She includes my head in this. She climbs on to the pillow, noisily negotiates the lumps and crevasses, pointedly brushes against my face (it feels pointed, anyway) and contines down my other side.

And this morning, when I was sleeping quite close to the edge of the bed with my knees up, she just did a nice big cat leap over them. And continued to circle.

For some reason, mostly clockwise.
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I am feeling sooo grubby today.

Cancelling things left, right and centre.

But I have just done enough of that sort of thing that I don't *have* to leave the house until next Wednesday.
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Want to streamline everything, would also like time to stand still while I do this so I don't have to spend the rest of my days on this.

Alternatively, I wish I could find some of those jobs - like updating my digital library and doing backups of CDs and stuff - as soothing as playing Minesweeper all night.
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And I just filled in my census form. For those who aren't from round here, there was a big cock up with the census, and much complaining and stuff. It was to be done mostly online this time, but needless to say the site crashed.

So everyone's got a few week's grace, and I went from filling it out online to deciding to do it on paper (because a nice man from the ABS came to my door and delivered me one).

Pleasingly, by the time the next census comes round my old home will be far back enough in my past that I won't have to look up the postcode.

In fact, I'm rather chuffed that I needed to look up the postcode. I think that's a good sign.
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I just took LovelyMan out for brafternoon tea. We weren't there early enough for brunch.


Aug. 20th, 2016 06:49 pm
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I have just run all my fishtank water tests on tap water that's been sitting out for 24 hours, like the fishfancier forums suggest.


Frankly, I'm looking forward to getting my tanks sorted. I've been on this learning curve for a while and I am ready for a break.

But I've got at least a couple more days of having two fishtanks on my kitchen table, at least one more expensive trip out for new things next week, and a few more weeks of obsessive testing and adjustment.
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Oh blast. I have brain fever.

That's where I start the day feeling lively and chipper and later on realise I'm like a 5 year old hyped up on red cordial.

It's nearly dark and I've yet to mess about with my fish.
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I do hope pond slime isn't poisonous.
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Oh fucking hell.

I'm trying to get my head around fishtank water parameters and it's TOOOOO HARRRRDDDD.
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Reading in bed is fine.

Taking notes while lying on one's back is not fine.

My torso hates me.
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My, but super glue is runny when it just comes out of the fridge.

Alas, reading glasses now blurry, frame remains unrepaired.

OTOH: waterproof fingertips. Overall, I'm calling this a win.
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There is a time for everything, and Monday is the day for feeling cruddy.

When I worked for a living it was Sunday, starting in the afternoon. An increasing sense of unease would taint everything that was happening and I would have an anxiety attack on Sunday night. On Monday I'd arrive at work feeling spat out and disshevelled, but things would start to improve.

Now, my Sundays are great.

It's okay, my Mondays don't bring on the level of misery that Sundays used to invoke.

Mostly I just feel a bit fucked over in terms of CFS, because the weekends are when I'm least likely to pace myself. So I feel bit torn between the need to roll with how my illness is going and the desire to Get Things Done! because it's a weekday.


I've only got one proper appointment this week (braincare) so (for better or worse), the rest is on my own schedule. This pleases me greatly.
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I hope this dressinggown looks as stylishly smoking-jacketish as I imagine, because I'll be buggered if I'm going to take it *off* before I wander outside. It's cold out there.


And I do need to wander outside. I'm about to start my propagating tray for the spring, so I need supplies from the shed.


Got another book in the mail today, and I've even been reading it.

(How To Be Alone by Sara Maitland, because it was discussed on Brainpickings, a blog that is totally failing to help me cut down on my book addiction).
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Another day, another botched attempt at eye makeup.

On the plus side, the fish are looking good.
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Yesterday I had a cup of coffee after 3PM, therefore today is a crash day. This wouldn't be so bad except that at about 1AM last night I realised I had a medical appointment for 15 minutes ago.

And not here, in my house, where I am right now. So I guess what I'm saying is I didn't make it.

I did try to get there, but I was behind time by about 20 minutes which is about 10 minutes more that what is acceptable.

On the plus side this means I am now showered and dressed and unusually on days when I feel like this by now I am most definitely not either of those things.
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A lot of my online browsing lately has been visual stuff. Good photo feeds on Twitter, that sort of thing.

It's a good sign about where my head's at the moment. Tends to mean I'm able to float happily in an emotional and numinous space.

Today I very pleasant arvo hanging out with a friend and snacking on dumplings.

Tomorrow I really, really must turn myself in to the library police, which means I've got some reading to do tonight.
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My sinuses are naught but cesspits of slime

they give birth to naught but creatures of snot.

I Love:

Jul. 31st, 2016 04:22 pm
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I love having geeky friends whose jokes I only understand when I look stuff up.
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Blues on the radio, doors open because the weather is mild and sunny.

Can't do much thinking because music and daylight, but can do brainfree physical things. Laundry, FTW!
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Big Sis and I collected a new (secondhand) fishtank today, and it's a juuust right. Except now I'm wondering if maybe I should use *this* tank to replace *that* one instead of the one I originally intended to replace. And then maybe use *that* tank to replace the other one...

*is thoughtful*


I am otherwise feeling a big grungy, as though maybe yesterday I went shopping or something, and then maybe today I went on a jaunt somewhere, probably to buy a fishtank.


And the hayfever has returned. Seems the only think that keeps it at bay is heavy rain every couple of hours.


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