So, hospital tomorrow. I need to be at the hospital at 4pm, which complete sucks. I like early appointments, so I don’t have to worry about … well, everything. I’m a world-class worrier. And it also means that I won’t be discharged until 8:30pm at the very earliest and there’s the distinct possibility that I’ll have to stay the night I already planned to pack a bag with pajamas, my netbook, my phone and a sketchbook in case I have to stay but I really, really want to come home.
And ugh, I have to have my breakfast (toast) before 9am, and then nothing else to eat, and then I can only sip water until 1pm, and then nothing else to drink. The food thing doesn’t bother me, but the drinking thing really does. I’ve been drinking soda water all day, as if I can prevent myself from being thirsty tomorrow afternoon.
On another topic, I got an invitation to go out to lunch today, but I am so not well enough and my friend, K, is about to go overseas for ages, so I probably won’t get another chance to see her, which sucks But on that note, I will never understand my town’s restaurant culture and my old classmates – there’s one street with restaurants in my town, and it’s a place to be seen. That’s fine. What’s not fine is paying twenty-five dollars for a glorified sandwich and cold drink, especially when you have no idea if it is going to be any good – none of the cafes on this street are consistent. And the fact is that all these uni students and post-university friends love it. The small amount of money I have, I’d rather save it for more worthwhile – shopping – pursuits.
I just don’t understand the social intricacies of my town.
I’m not sure if the gluten-free diet is helping. At this stage, I’m kind of hoping I’m not allergic to wheat because some of the gluten-free food is just awful. The cereal I got is like eating dry wall, and the bread has a consistency similar to cake or scones. There is a really nice bakery-cafe in town that specialises in gluten-free, but they are so expensive – one roll cost more than an entire loaf of normal bread. We’re going to look around the farmer’s markets tomorrow because almost all of the bread purveyors there are gluten-free, and there just has to be someone in this damn town that sells delicious, fairly priced gluten-free bread.
Before my birthday in early November, Mum and I went and looked at the DSLR camera I wanted. I chose a Canon model, had it written down and walked away. For the camera and two lenses for a beginner’s DSLR, they wanted $999, and that was the best price for it in Australia until yesterday (a certain ‘pay cash for less’ company was only willing to knock $19 off for cash which, frankly, would be how much petrol and ATM fees would cost anyway; they wanted $750+ for the body and a single lens).
I plugged the camera into Shop Bot Aus, and found my camera – body and two lenses for $550, or body and one lens for just over $400. You don’t need to guess where I’ll be purchasing my beloved DSLR. The best part is that all those nay-sayers whinging about Australians shopping overseas so we don’t have the pay the ridiculous mark up, this is an Australian site. Australian retailers need to stop whining about not selling stock and realise that a 150%+ mark up is no longer the lay of the land. That a good profit can still be turned if they follow the recommended retail price. Hell, I’m even prepared to pay a small amount more to cover shipping costs. Just not hundreds of dollars more.
And since Mum and I are going to go and look at Christmas lights tonight (they’ve just set some up in one of the parks), I have a few things I need to do. Things like charging my digital camera (this blog definitely needs some pictures that aren’t taken on my phone!), working on my essay, tidying up my bedroom and making my bed and finishing off my Christmas list. Plus I need to dash off an email to my sister about Christmas presents for my mother!
I got a nasty shock today when I went to The Hardline. The HLers are such a nice group of people. Really. Friendly, honest and just some of the nicest people I’ve had the privledge of knowing. And someone came and totally abused everyone’s trust. I definatly think some of the coppertops that join will be taken with a grain of salt. Danascully summed it up, “So goodnight, Hardliners… and remember, we’re still a family of sorts, even when one of us turns traitor. Especially then. Aww, sweet. But true.
And I want to apologise about my rant last night. I was sick and feeling quite fragile, which probably wasn’t the best time to be checking flames. I know, my logic is flawed. But yeah. That fic was meant to be a parody, I’m sorry very few other people realised this, but yeah. I’m not getting back into it. Lexie + Fragile and Sick = Unneeded Rant.
Hiccups suck. Honest. I’ve had them for … 39 minutes. They are irritating me beyond belief.
I am making buttons. And lj icons. I just get sidetracked. Badly. Also, adding some fanart. And some more fic. And a ‘language’ section so that people can understand my specially designed brand of slang. Yeah, I’m bored out of my skull. I mean, I’ve almost finished “How To Piss Off An X5 In Eleven Easy Steps” which is a monument to how completely bored I am. It’s exciting that I’m finishing it though. I’ve been working on it for ages, and ages.
Twisted-Logic has a new affiliate! Alina from Kalime . Awesome site, I love it
I’m off to work on T-L and finish PissOff.