August 11th, 2011

fuckoff

In which I share my writings on the internet. Oh noes, filesharing!

It seems the phrase "Electro Convulsive Therapy" takes on a whole new meaning when it's sampled over the top of a great bassline. As does "Ready to face the music?" Yay EDM!

Meanwhile, after spending yesterday in the air conditioned comfort of an aeroplane followed by a hotel conference room, I woke up in the middle of the night poking myself in the eye. This two days after the wearing-goggles section of my recovery was supposed to be over. I learned two things from this. First, the aircon-induced eye dryness creates irritation strong enough to affect me while sleeping. Second, yep - healing is not complete. The pain woke me up, luckily. I haven't dislodged the flap of eyeball skin that was originally cut loose, but I should probably go back to the goggles for a bit, at least while the aircon I'm subjected to daily is making things so uncomfortable.

Consequently, I didn't feel able to drive late at night to go pick up pombagira from her Canada trip. Thankfully, Happy was willing to step into the breach and she made it home ok. I know this because my morning wasn't greeted by "Row? Roooow? Rooowroow?" the way it has been the last couple of weeks, and there's a Shiny!New!Laptop! in the lounge. Ooh, shiny!

I'm also thinking it might be a good idea to ask for sleeping pills at my next appointment so I can spend most of my flight to Hong Kong with my eyes shut and not die of boredom.

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Ha, once again I go off on a ranty tangent. That's what you get for locking me in a room and subjecting me to air conditioning all day.

Meanwhile in Hamilton, they think attempted rape is funny if it's done by a woman. And if it's a 40-year-old woman, they get to make stupid headlines to go with it.

OK gotta go, I'm getting ragey.