Just a quick notice to let you know that there’s pictures up.
Some links don’t work properly and some pictures seem to be missing. There’s also a story going to connect them. But I’ll work on all of that.
Right now I’ve got to get some studying done. I need to be able to give directions to drivers tomorrow . . . . “The centre strongly discourages you to use automobiles” I can see this being usefull
Last couple of days.
My new laptop decided to die on me. Well, not “die” die. It displayed a few BSODs. If I would please remove any new hardware and install it properly. It’s a friggin’ laptop, the only hardware I added was my mouse. Not behaviour I tolorate in a month old computer.
So I returned it, bought a new one. A better one, at a better price. So it’s not all a loss. It’s just that: I now have to redo the whole installation.
It’s tuesday, bought a new laptop, need to reinstall stuff
Wednesday, an exam, something I have to study for before then
Thursday, packing, checking, cleaning
Friday, moving
Saturday flying
I’m not exactly bathing in an abundance of time to do all this in.
No stress, naaaaaaah
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Quote of the day:
Orc idiology:
If he’s bigger than me: He’s in charge
If I’m bigger than him: I’m in charge
If things got fucked up: He’s in charge
All blogging off-line due to Harry.
I swear he took out my ip
So why post?
A couple of things of note did occur.
First there was the re-building of the footballfield to fake grass footballfield right outside my window. You need to dig deep trenches so the . . . . cables can get in. The precise role of cables in a footballfield is not quite clear to me. Nor is the reason to start at 06:30 using the damn tractor to dig the things. I tell you: It’s loud. And it’s also WARM here right now, so sleeping with the window closed . . . not really my first choice.
But that minor annoyance has passed. Though one can only assume that it takes more big, loud machines to turn the now barren field with subterranean cables into an actual footballfield.
Secondly: Monday was good . . . well mostly good. Me and my girl celebrated 3 months together. We did so by going to a sub-tropical-swim-paradise thing (Tropicana to those that know it). I won’t elaborate on too many things that went on in there. But it’s me, my girl, very little clothing, warm water and a measure of privacy. Use your imagination.
NO, NOT THAT!
It’s a public pool you pervert
OK, so I don’t actually know what you were thinking, but it’s a pretty safe bet the above comments apply.
One of the things that happened there was that in the fast wild-water course I got a booboo on my foot. I say “Booboo” because it’s really nothing. It hurts a bit, makes that I can’t walk real well. It’ll pass.
Or so I thought monday. And tuesday. Wednesday doubts began to creep in. Thursday I called the doctor and friday . . . .I picked up a crutch.
Turns out the booboo was in a rather tactical place. I hurt the Metatarsal-Phalangeal joint of the second toe on my left foot. Now, a normal injury to a joint is fixed by not using it. Walking, however, is kinda hard to skip. The injury is precisely on the bit you should roll your foot over when walking. So after walking around that bit for a couple of days (and feeling pain in different parts of the foot as those weren’t used to carry those loads) I got the doctor’s advice for 2-6 weeks of rest and the use of a crutch for the next five days.
So I got to crutch around at work yesterday for a little tiny joint ache. I felt like quite the poser. But I had experienced what happens to the nerve endings in my foot when I’m not being a poser. It wasn’t a tough decision to keep walking with that thing.
Other than that, pretty quiet week. School stuff, still trying to get my ticket, no kung fu. Oh . . . and no party, coz I can’t dance anyway . . . grrrrrrrrr
Oh man, I haven’t even reported on the University Lustrum party yet, have I? Well, some other time
