Monthly Archives: February 2006

poo

There’s a strange smell around the computer, not quite like something is burning more like someone is smoking (as in cooking) something. Noticed it last night, can smell it again today. Can’t find where it is coming from. Hopefully my home won’t burn down

overloaded

I just wrote a long journal entry, mostly about school and then my computer crashed and it was lost. Yes I know save as you go, but well these things usually only come to mind when it’s too late. I am a little worried about the paper I started yesterday. It looks like it is going to be very difficult… (more…)

into the new

I’m starting this entry with a whinge, but please read past that this is not a whingey journal post. I went to the prelims on Friday. Now they are generally a waste of time, at best you heard 10 minutes about the course, all of which gets repeated on the first day anyway. Most people don’t show up for them,… (more…)

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It takes money

I haven’t written here for ages, so since the weather has turned to crap and we have no incentive to go out in it to get our groceries I thought I would write something. I have an appointment tomorrow to get new glasses. I think we wrote about needing them as these ones are basically held together by cellotape. Because… (more…)

Protected: cleaning

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tape of the real world

Yesterday morning Sean rang, too damn early, to say he was in Sydney so there won’t be any therapy today. Seems his son was in an accident so he flew over to be with him. That sound serious so I have no idea when I will have therapy again. The timing as usual sucks, since Bob is off for the… (more…)

argghhh

Am I the only person that can see her changing her fucking story every five minutes when someone calls her on shit? Just like JM, but fuck yeah they are different people and I am going to be the next fucking Pope. Yes I’m pissed. I’m pissed at lying slimy people, I’m pissed at people that don’t take fucking responsibility,… (more…)

poor little road

My mother rang last night and we talked a little about the bike rally. I have to say it was very pleasing to hear the surprise in her voice about being left out of the loop in some big events in our life. Anyway we were talking about the state of the roads, and how shocking highway one is compared… (more…)