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Sunday is Gone, and the Weekend Along With It

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Actually, there is an hour and 10 minutes of Sunday left. But it is gone to all intents and purposes.. I am once again in bed and heading for Nod!

Did I mention that I changed my room around? I guess a change is as good as a holiday… I have lived in this room for 2.5 years and this is the 3rd arrangement, not bad considering there really only is room for my Queen bed, my new chest of drawers and the picture window. This arrangement is much better, I can look out the window from the bed and not be seen, or see the neighbours. This is a very good thing as one can occasionally see too much…

Got another email today from a “complete stranger looking for love” – this one is in the US so I’m not likely to bump into him while out shopping. This is also a very good thing…

Back to work tomorrow … erk. Not sure if I am looking forward to it or not.

Pretty much not, I think…

On the Home Front

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Saturday mornings usually means coffee at Ground Zero with Bliss but she is asleep… still. She has just got off night shifts for the week so has been keeping very unusual hours. This has it’s problems for me …

1. No Bliss to play with
2. Am sitting on floor of VERY dusty room wanting to vacuum and can’t for fear of waking her…
3. Can’t crank up the stereo – dying to listen to some fabulous Miles, (VERY Saturday afternoon … ) but being good flatmate so leaving the stereo off for now.

Did I tell you Bliss is deserting me? She is moving back to her hometown in “that state up north” and leaving me to the mercy of flatmate arrangers anonymous… My other friends give me all sorts of tips and recommendations for potential flatties but all are about as scary as finding love in the lap of the G.O.D.S, if not more so.

Am relieved to have until Sept 20th to sort the wheat from the chaff and find someone … bit worried though, there aren’t too many people that can appreciate, or just plain ignore my foibles. Am toying with the idea of having a boy move in, from past experience they are less maintenance …

Then there is the added bonus that he might have friends that come over …

Oh My G.O.D.S

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Y.G.M (You’ve Got Mail) has been sending and receiving numerous emails this week through the above mentioned G.O.D.S. It has been an interesting correspondence; me, my usual witty self, chatting blithely away about little and nothing and him, responding with interest and with the same. There would appear to be a distinct lack of similarities in our makeup which leads me to believe that we are destined simply for emails which may slowly taper off as different interests develop. Still, tis proving enjoyable and not at all disturbing for now…

Which leads me to wonder how it is possible to tell whether chemistry can be transmitted via cyber space. In this particular instance have decided that it hasn’t been, confirmed by receipt of his photo this morning.

He appears not to be an axe wielding maniac which is a relief but also appears to be the kind of person to whom I might not glance at twice if I am strictly honest. Is that a shocking kind of admission?

Gah … It appears I am a shallow girl after all…

B***er

Time Flies When You Are Wasting It

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I haven’t been sleeping well.

Actually it’s more of an inability to get to sleep that I have been suffering from for about 3 weeks now.

Once I have attained the dormant state all is well, however, to add insult to injury, not being able to rejoin the waking world without extremely loud Merrick and Rosso in the morning and copious amounts of coffee is also of some concern. (Yay, if you’re reading this, any “professional” advice would be greatly appreciated…)

After struggling so long, ashamed to take this problem to a healthcare professional, I believe I might be closing in on a diagnosis.

I have stumbled across little known condition called Cyber Spatial Inquisitivity Apnoea. It’s viral in nature and one infection is quite capable of setting off a whole chain reaction of episodes, leaving our hapless victim with raw red eyes and eye sockets, bad hair, punctuality problems and a tendency to extended bouts of yawning.

Symptoms include a particular look in the eyes, somewhat crazed in the quest for new information, itchy fingers which blindly tap on the table when there is no keyboard to hand (pun intended) and an inability to talk about anything other than the amusing anecdotes from other such crazed individuals who may, or may not, be affected by the same disease.

It’s genesis is innocent enough, a look here a chuckle there, however a victim in the grip of a particularly heavy episode can lose hours and hours of sleep in the frantic grip of curiosity concerning the lives of others as lived out in cyber space.

Sadly, as this disease is very newly discovered and has not made it onto the books of the Centres for Disease Control and as with many other viruses any remedy is completely experimental and could be as hazardous as the condition.

I suspect though that it might have something to do with leaving one’s laptop in the living room rather than taking it to bed …