December 6th, 2002


Bah memebug!

Name one thing you like about Christmas: (or Yuletide or whatever you call it)
Erm... a few days off? Which rather fail to compensate for:

Name one thing a few of the things you dislike about it:
The fact that what started as an xtian attempt to sideline a pagan festival has become a 2-month macabre display of rampant and societally-compelled consumerism. The fact that the streets are clogged with bipedal sheep heeding this urge and leading their credit cards to the slaughter. The fact that we never seem to get any decent snow these days. The fact that when we do get snow it invariably involves me falling off my bike, rather than any of the fun it used to bring. The fact that public transport gets *even worse*. The fact that I'm bombared by meaningless (and unmeant) xtian simperings in the form of precanned carols, and the equally meaningless simperings of the latest precanned "pop star".

The fact, essentially, that it's when people act most like people. And I can't kill any of them.

It's not supposed to do that

Half way into work this morning my heart started beating oddly and very quickly left me short of breath. This meant I had to take the rest of the journey into work extremely slowly and arrived about 10. Which no-one bothered to comment on.

It's still feeling a bit odd. I think it's trying to tell me to rest (or at least catch up on some sleep); so I might have to avoid the KSR tonight, and think again about tomorrow's ufie meet.

Please don't panic. It's done odd things before (at which time I got it checked with nothing serious found) with no real consequence.

3 further recent signs I need a break

My brain coming up with the following:

Describing watery porridge as 'Gruel, and inedible nourishment'

Being asked what a broken drill signified in a dream.
"Bad Luck"
"Are you sure?"
"Well, it certainly doesn't auger well"

Damnit, forgotten the third one. Which in itself...