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mixed blessings
Monday, 19 March 2007 08:04 pmBleah. Score one for the incipient sinus infection, which has upsurged and colonised large tracts of my skull. Now it's felling trees and laying down acres of concrete, which, apart from outraging my eco-wossnames, hurts.
However! all is not doom, gloom and pseudoephedrine. In a bizarre, unexpected and practically unprecedented move, the IT geeks of my Cherished Institution have returned my campus computer, upgraded to XP and miraculously without any of the irritating faults (hanging, meditating, self-mutilation and persistent dodging of the boot) which hitherto characterised it. This took them basically just over a day - I took the machine in on Thursday at 4pm, and they turned up in my office at 10am on Monday with the finished product. I am somewhat floored. Next I shall be forced to accept the existence of the Tooth Fairy! Are there no standards of incompetence any more?
In celebration of restored connectivity I spent a couple of hours wrangling Angela Carter, and am forced to conclude that (a) I don't write as badly as I frequently think I do, (b) the chapter overall is about a thousandfold improvement on its previous form, and (c) I'm in the final section of it. Watch out, bunny!
In other sinus-countering news, my newly-renovated bedroom is almost ready - I still have blinds to hang, and the Evil Landlord is in pursuit of suitably Narnia-portal-style cupboards to replace the built-in one which the Army of Reconstruction irreparably deconstructed. Unfortunately the excitement of the opened spaces has gone to my stupid cat's head: she spent a sizeable chunk of last night going in and out of the guest-room window above my bed, dividing her time neatly between becoming entangled with the curtains and landing on my head. This may be contributing to the sinus daze - I did not sleep well. Tomorrow, recking not my exploding head, I shall go forth in search of fischer plugs, currently the minor obstacle between me and a joyous reunion with the bedroom that is mine, mine, mine! and not only feline whim-proof, but decently secluded, obviating the current inevitable 6am wakeage when the Evil Landlord ambles down the passage. I'm just a shy and shrinking violet, really.
However! all is not doom, gloom and pseudoephedrine. In a bizarre, unexpected and practically unprecedented move, the IT geeks of my Cherished Institution have returned my campus computer, upgraded to XP and miraculously without any of the irritating faults (hanging, meditating, self-mutilation and persistent dodging of the boot) which hitherto characterised it. This took them basically just over a day - I took the machine in on Thursday at 4pm, and they turned up in my office at 10am on Monday with the finished product. I am somewhat floored. Next I shall be forced to accept the existence of the Tooth Fairy! Are there no standards of incompetence any more?
In celebration of restored connectivity I spent a couple of hours wrangling Angela Carter, and am forced to conclude that (a) I don't write as badly as I frequently think I do, (b) the chapter overall is about a thousandfold improvement on its previous form, and (c) I'm in the final section of it. Watch out, bunny!
In other sinus-countering news, my newly-renovated bedroom is almost ready - I still have blinds to hang, and the Evil Landlord is in pursuit of suitably Narnia-portal-style cupboards to replace the built-in one which the Army of Reconstruction irreparably deconstructed. Unfortunately the excitement of the opened spaces has gone to my stupid cat's head: she spent a sizeable chunk of last night going in and out of the guest-room window above my bed, dividing her time neatly between becoming entangled with the curtains and landing on my head. This may be contributing to the sinus daze - I did not sleep well. Tomorrow, recking not my exploding head, I shall go forth in search of fischer plugs, currently the minor obstacle between me and a joyous reunion with the bedroom that is mine, mine, mine! and not only feline whim-proof, but decently secluded, obviating the current inevitable 6am wakeage when the Evil Landlord ambles down the passage. I'm just a shy and shrinking violet, really.
 | Bunny Threat Level: a definite upward progression from green into yellow. |
