Author: Mirthful

That was easier said than done… Went to town. Had a couple of other things to do, to, like look for Christmas presents. I had forgotten that Saturday, Karl Johan and just-before-Christmas adds up to crowds. Should not have been unexpected, but it was. And I HATE crowds. I have to be mentally prepared to tackle them with any sort of composure, and I wasn’t.

Anyhoo. There I was, battling inner deamons and all that and spending a lot of energy on not strangling strangers for stopping suddenly in front of me and generally being in my way. I fought my way into Avalon past hoardes of very strange people (in fact they were perfectly normal people, which was what was so strange about them – perfectly normal-looking people do not shop at Avalon) and went over to the Ls in the paperback section. Lindholm. Fine. Except they DIDN’T HAVE THE BOOK. Neither did Tanum, Norli or Ark. Uææææææææææææææææææææææææææ!! Ok. You think I’m overreacting? Well, I tell you, all the patience I have (and it’s not much) is currently engaged in preventing me from going mad with waiting for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. So stop bugging me! Luckily I realised Outlands have a pretty large section for books, and luckily they actually had Luck of the Wheels.

So now all’s right with the world.

Hang on, actually, all’s NOT right with the world. Amongst the very many things that are wrong with the world is the fact that a deep frying pan caught fire at a cafe in the centre of Trondheim this morning and that what was once a whole block of old wooden buildings is currently a smouldering, smoking heap of coal.

Hm. Well, I’m going back to Ki and Vandien.

Voice on the stereo: Dire Straits – Your Latest Trick

Singing along to Alanis’ Am Not the Doctor… I should go to bed. It’s late and I’m tired. I was going to stay at home and work tomorrow, but realise I have forgotten to sort out the possible course for one of my team for next week. We don’t actually have time for her to go, but it would be useful. In any case, I have to figure out whether to get her on it or not, and if not, when the next chance will be. If the next chance is aeons away I might just have to find some way to make time for her to go. Sigh. Responsibility. Who said I wanted responsibility? It certainly couldn’t have been me.

Oh, just ignore me, I’m tired and talking rubbish, besides, I am now trying to sing along with Shania Twain’s Any Man of Mine while typing.

I really should go to bed.

I am now the proud owner of decaf coffee, both instant and “proper”. Let’s see if it helps, shall we?

I never went to the photography course today. Fate was piling obstacles up against me. First I realised I needed to buy a new monthly pass for the bus in order to be able to get to work in the morning, so I stopped off in the centre of town, which delayed me more than somewhat, especially since it took an inordinate amount of time for any bus or tram to show to take me the last haul up the hill. Then the tram I finally boarded decided for some reason to take a completely different route to the one it’s supposed to take… (There was an announcement that might have mentioned something about a power failure and the benefits of changing to the bus, but I was way too deeply engossed in my book to be able to pay attention to announcements.) So I found myself off the tram again, still at the bottom of the hill and quite a long way from the nearest bus stop. So I walked home. Probably did me lots of good, but it meant I was way too late and way too frustrated to even contemplate going out meeting other people (and being late, I’m not good at being late).

Whatever.

Voice on the stereo: Icehouse – Crazy

…the more I think about coffee not being a good idea, the more I want coffee.

It’s distracting.

Ah. I slept more than 8 hours last night. It helped.

There was a Whisky Society meeting, so I was well soused by the time I fell into bed – I suspect it helped me fall asleep pretty much immediately, thus enabling the 8 hours (I had time for 8 hours the night before, I just spent more than two of them wondering why, when I could hardly keep my eyes open, could I not fall asleep). This is worrying. Much as I like whisky, I do not think that (*counting quickly*) 16 cl of whisky are an appropriate form of sleeping aid for regular use. (Hang on, 14 cl – I didn’t drink the 10 year Jura, it was awful.)

Bother.

It will be interesting to see what my brain decides to do about falling asleep tonight. At least I should not be as stressed about needing to fall asleep now that I’ve had one proper night.

I also didn’t have any coffee at all after lunch yesterday. I think I’ll manage to keep off today as well (after lunch, that is, I need coffee in the morning) – maybe I should invest in some decaf? I don’t think laying off coffee completely is an option.

It’s the last session of the photography course tonight. Have I even mentioned that before, I wonder? Anyhoo – I’ve been going to this photography course in order to learn how to actually use all the settings that my camera is capable of. It’s been great fun. This evening we’re supposed to bring our own pictures, three themes (“Morning”, “Self portrait” and “Closeness”) – problem is I have barely had time to work on them at all. I had all of two hours Saturday morning – I had to get the film handed in by twelve in order to have it developed so I could pick it up before two… So, I’ve got a couple of mediocre pictures from a couple of ideas I had but that I didn’t have time to work out completely, and one of the best ideas I didn’t even get to work on at all. Never mind. It’s been educational anyway, I actually (finally) feel pretty comfortable with the concepts of shutter speed and ISO/ASA values and so on. All I need now is practice.

Voices in my head: David Bowie and Bing Crosby crooning Little Drummer Boy/Peace on Earth

Damn insomnia.

No sleep (6,5 hrs does not make up for insomniac 3,5 hrs the night before… trust me, I’m an expert), the first day of my period and oh, the whole left side of my face hurts because my bottom left wisdom tooth decided to grow some more (which could mean I’ll need to have it extracted pretty much immediately because there’s not room for it to emerge completely, bit of jawbone sticking out just above it…)

Oh, and all day meeting where I needed my wits about me and my ability to stay somewhat diplomatic.

Nice.

Voice on the stereo: Gene Pitney – Something’s Gotten Hold of My Heart

Oooh, lovely… Someone’s visited this page after searching for hemmoroid treatment on google. And, having mentioned it, I guess I’ll come even higher on the hit list.

A tip to those of you finding this while searching for the lyrics to songs I mention: When searching for lyrics, don’t actually put the word “lyrics” in the search. Most pages with song lyrics don’t contain the word. Try searching for a phrase from the song that you are pretty sure about instead. While looking for the lyrics for Mysteriet deg, Eidsvåg Nilsson Mysteriet deg lyrics will get you this page. “at du elskar meg” would most likely get you the lyrics – and lyrics only, no stupid weblogs just mentioning the song – if anyone had published them. Though no one seems to have. Bad example. And now that will most probably get you this page too – sorry. Anyway, it’s a good tip, really.

Voice in my head: well, it’s obviously Eidsvåg and Nilsson after that, isn’t it?