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Ergh!

I really knackered myself out with that assignment.  I sent it in around 9.30am.  Zero sleep, as ever.  Lay down, took an hour to unwind, and slept for two hours.

The next day I had a call in the afternoon from my phscho-analysis lady, which I had forgotten about.  I answered, heard her voice, and hung up.  I haven't behaved so irrationally for years, but I felt unable to cope with the conversation, and didn't feel I had the verbal tools to say I had forgotten.  She phoned 3 more times.  Then she left a voicemail that was quite understandably irritated, asking me to call her.  I'm a phone-a-phobe... I will not call her.  I know that.  She doesn't, I guess.  That night I had bought the other-illegal-half (from now on he will be Al) tickets to see the Shaolin Warriors.  He is an excellent kung fu student, and loves that sort of thing.  Though, as with anyone who feels they are in a minority of excellence, he did manage to compare each and every move to his own.  Much like I do with banjo players who far exceed my abilities.  I don't find that aspect of humans an irritant though, I find it quite wonderful.  So before, during and after that we had drinks.  Today, I missed a doctors appointment, that again I had forgotten about.  I have never done that before and it has caused me a lot of internal grief.  I tried to overcome it by tidying the house, in anticipation of the arrival of my obsessively tidy, yet lovely, friend, tomorrow.

We got cherries in the veg/fruit box today.  Normally, I would hide them and keep them to myself, but today I thought, no!  I must be more normal!  So I put a few in a bowl and gave them to Al.  It was a physically painful experience.  I am not good at sharing.  Not good at all.  I'm very generous... I just don't like sharing.  I can't abide someone asking for 'a bite' of my ice cream or chocolate bar, or worse, meal.  But I'll happily buy them one of their own.  Unfortunately I know a lot of people who don't want one of their own.  They want a bite of mine.  I don't get it.  Anyway, sharing backfired today.  Al came down the stairs gagging and making really weird noises, crashed into the kitchen, made more noises, and came out, looking pale.  Of course I laughed.  I asked what was wrong and he, eventually, managed to get out the words that there was a maggot in his cherry and he had bit it in half.  I laughed again, but not because I think it's funny he killed a maggot.  I laughed because I felt that a maggot in a cherry was a near perfect euphemism for losing your virginity.  Eventually I managed to express that in words, rather than the uncontrollable giggles that he initially received in response to his distress.  Ah well.

I am so happy that assignment is in.  I'm not happy about the diagram I drew around 7am yesterday morning, which resembles that of a 7-year-old child's attempt.  But let's not think of that.  I'm also not thrilled with the thought of only having done one day on each of my T courses, which are by definition out of my depth.  But let's not think of that either.

I have a story to tell of camera angles too, that nearly caused my internal pipes to asphyxiate for the pure pleasure of someone else making an utterly stupid, but unintended remark, that results in something unbearably funny.  But I have other things to do.  I'm writing this before question time, in order that it remains vaguely coherent.  Good on me!

Perhaps I'm more mature than I give myself credit for!