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Non-impressive start of week
Sep. 2nd, 2003 05:32 pmyou know the feeling, when some things you think aught to matter, don't matter that much (or are taken for granted), and things you thought were minor seem to matter a whole lot...
This is a good reason to create your own little world to live in, and only invite others on occasional visits.
I suddenly feel kind of useless. Absent minded, forgetting things again. Got antibiotics yesterday, obviously they were'nt as pleased as they could be with the healing, even though it did'nt look bad. (I have to carry the bleedin' back pack, although, not keep it heavy...)
Found real estate agent, obviously tricked him to only take 3% (my friends that know more about this than me, laughed when they heard that I told him "no" on the 3.5 deal, obviously 4 or 5 is not uncommon in Uppsala)...yeah..![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
socratesph, your nephew is nice :) he just raised an eyebrow and let me have my way...
The apartment must look really nice and decorated until monday, since he's gonna take photos to put up on the internet a s a p
The finishing of old academic stuff is mixing with starting the new course. SO much is new. And it seems really fun and productive too..if I just was'nt so tired.
Obviously the healing of breast scars affects the brain and personality in a bad way too...
Thursday I promised B-man to put in a heap of money (for our bills)on his account, upon entering the place I thought might be able to do that for me, that evening, I discovered that they did'nt, they only handled packages. A little later that evening when B-man rushed by, asking if I had fixed it, I distinctly said "Yes". No, not proud of it at all, did'nt think it would affect anything, putting it in half a day later (I fixed it early friday), but...
Surprisingly B-man bought me some little food gift as an excuse for him sounding so "harsh" (in his own opinion)when asking, I really had'nt thought that he sounded in any special way at all, but felt slightly ashamed (and this, admittedly would have been a good opportunity to confess..)but the weekend rushed on, and we did things our separate ways...
Monday he discovered it, and now he's pissed off. And I feel as if I should take my tray and forever leave the lunch table where the decent kids sit, and go sit in another corner.
Over there...where the assholes and losers sit.
Serves me right.
This is a good reason to create your own little world to live in, and only invite others on occasional visits.
I suddenly feel kind of useless. Absent minded, forgetting things again. Got antibiotics yesterday, obviously they were'nt as pleased as they could be with the healing, even though it did'nt look bad. (I have to carry the bleedin' back pack, although, not keep it heavy...)
Found real estate agent, obviously tricked him to only take 3% (my friends that know more about this than me, laughed when they heard that I told him "no" on the 3.5 deal, obviously 4 or 5 is not uncommon in Uppsala)...yeah..
socratesph, your nephew is nice :) he just raised an eyebrow and let me have my way...The apartment must look really nice and decorated until monday, since he's gonna take photos to put up on the internet a s a p
The finishing of old academic stuff is mixing with starting the new course. SO much is new. And it seems really fun and productive too..if I just was'nt so tired.
Obviously the healing of breast scars affects the brain and personality in a bad way too...
Thursday I promised B-man to put in a heap of money (for our bills)on his account, upon entering the place I thought might be able to do that for me, that evening, I discovered that they did'nt, they only handled packages. A little later that evening when B-man rushed by, asking if I had fixed it, I distinctly said "Yes". No, not proud of it at all, did'nt think it would affect anything, putting it in half a day later (I fixed it early friday), but...
Surprisingly B-man bought me some little food gift as an excuse for him sounding so "harsh" (in his own opinion)when asking, I really had'nt thought that he sounded in any special way at all, but felt slightly ashamed (and this, admittedly would have been a good opportunity to confess..)but the weekend rushed on, and we did things our separate ways...
Monday he discovered it, and now he's pissed off. And I feel as if I should take my tray and forever leave the lunch table where the decent kids sit, and go sit in another corner.
Over there...where the assholes and losers sit.
Serves me right.
