December 9th, 2005


What happens when Tats gets overtired

My tummy hurts and I don't like it.

I also think we should have been given the day off today. It's kind of pointless me being here.

Last night I dreamed that there was a guy who was demonstrating how he could kill hedgehogs with his bare hands, only he wasn't killing them, only twisting their skin off and then throwing them away while they were still alive. I became violent with this person and made everyone hate him. It was Not Fun.

I'm feeling kind of grey, shadowy and unimportant today. It's weird. Conference-lag, maybe? I'm hug-starved. One does not hug one's colleagues. I do hug my friends. Well, when it's *cough* appropriate. *sigh*

There were people at the conference who kept telling me I was amazing (for the things I've done and do). It's nice, but embarrassing. For the record, I don't consider myself to be any more or less amazing than anyone else. The things I've done have been products of choices made from inside, just like everyone else's. Likewise the things I do now. There's nothing amazing about someone muddling through life as best they can, trying to get what they want out of it. If there is something amazing about that, then we're all amazing.

Come to think of it, I met some 'amazing' people too.

Note to the weather: Could try harder.

It's official

Powerpoint presentations are the most boring way to present information that mankind has ever dreamed up. Emailing them to people after a lecture so they can 'enjoy' them again is a pointless waste of bandwidth.

Can I go home now?

PS Dear weather, while I appreciate your technical difficulties and that things are gradually improving, I would like to express the importance of full service over this weekend and invoke the Consumer Guarantees Act 1993, particularly the clause covering loss of income due to reduction in service from a supplier.