3 days. 3 long days. I don't understand what they can possibly be doing. I have images of a strange wonderland with hundreds of shelves, all at jaunty angles, with items of oddness and interest screwed slightly above the shelf. Nothing actually resting on anything else, just hundreds of individual results of this incessant drilling. If I get invited in, and I find bare walls anywhere in the house, I will be most perturbed. That used to be a favourite word of mine, and I used to think of it as Peter bed. My surrogate father was called Peter and when him and my mother were annoying me of an evening, I would frown ('the look of the perturbed') and imagine that they could hear me ordering them to bed, telepathically. I was somewhere between five and seven years old, so I can probably be excused the misapprehension. My other favourite word at that age was circumnavigate, which I came across in something similar to, if not actually, 'around the world in 80 days'. I ensured the word found its way into every piece of school work, even if it was just to explain that I had to walk around the car to get to the passenger seat. The drilling has stopped. I'm still on edge though. It will start again, just as I settle into study. I'm very tired now. Struggling against night insomnia and day drilling. My mind is screaming out for peace. I may be due a visit to Dartmoor.
I just had to look up perturb in the dictionary as it's been underlined in red. It is a word, and it is spelt right, so I don't know what that's about. It means to make anxious. I've inadvertently used it correctly, but in fact I thought it meant confused. It appears not to be a word with -ed or -ing on the end. Strange, because I've heard it used in that way many times.
Today I must make a start on the S3 course. The drilling was quite a good excuse yesterday, as it was impossible to concentrate, and even when it was quiet, I was anxious, waiting for it to start again. It's still a good excuse today, but if I use it, I will be one step closer to not getting the assignment in at all. I haven't even finished the work for the assignment I handed in some two months ago. I must be three or four text books behind. Not a particularly warming thought.
I keep thinking about my flip-flops. I know I should stop thinking about them, but it was very unexpected to have them disappear from my world like that, and my brain is finding it difficult to accept.
It's started again. I'm feeling very irrational about it. My friend's wife wrote a song about her next door neighbour and his power tools driving her crazy. I feel a bit like her I think.
It's stopped again. I think I'm going to stick my headphones on and blast some appropriate tunes. Or at least ones that I feel I can apply to this drill-happy incompetent. I say incompetent, because he is of the cautious type, going rrrr,rrrr,rrr,rrrr,r,r,r,r,r,rrrrr instead of RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Go away music versus live and let live music. Hmm.
Please make the drilling stop!!
3 days. 3 long days. I don't understand what they can possibly be doing. I have images of a strange wonderland with hundreds of shelves, all at jaunty angles, with items of oddness and interest screwed slightly above the shelf. Nothing actually resting on anything else, just hundreds of individual results of this incessant drilling. If I get invited in, and I find bare walls anywhere in the house, I will be most perturbed. That used to be a favourite word of mine, and I used to think of it as Peter bed. My surrogate father was called Peter and when him and my mother were annoying me of an evening, I would frown ('the look of the perturbed') and imagine that they could hear me ordering them to bed, telepathically. I was somewhere between five and seven years old, so I can probably be excused the misapprehension. My other favourite word at that age was circumnavigate, which I came across in something similar to, if not actually, 'around the world in 80 days'. I ensured the word found its way into every piece of school work, even if it was just to explain that I had to walk around the car to get to the passenger seat. The drilling has stopped. I'm still on edge though. It will start again, just as I settle into study. I'm very tired now. Struggling against night insomnia and day drilling. My mind is screaming out for peace. I may be due a visit to Dartmoor.
I just had to look up perturb in the dictionary as it's been underlined in red. It is a word, and it is spelt right, so I don't know what that's about. It means to make anxious. I've inadvertently used it correctly, but in fact I thought it meant confused. It appears not to be a word with -ed or -ing on the end. Strange, because I've heard it used in that way many times.
Today I must make a start on the S3 course. The drilling was quite a good excuse yesterday, as it was impossible to concentrate, and even when it was quiet, I was anxious, waiting for it to start again. It's still a good excuse today, but if I use it, I will be one step closer to not getting the assignment in at all. I haven't even finished the work for the assignment I handed in some two months ago. I must be three or four text books behind. Not a particularly warming thought.
I keep thinking about my flip-flops. I know I should stop thinking about them, but it was very unexpected to have them disappear from my world like that, and my brain is finding it difficult to accept.
It's started again. I'm feeling very irrational about it. My friend's wife wrote a song about her next door neighbour and his power tools driving her crazy. I feel a bit like her I think.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J94a_DZ66qE
It's stopped again. I think I'm going to stick my headphones on and blast some appropriate tunes. Or at least ones that I feel I can apply to this drill-happy incompetent. I say incompetent, because he is of the cautious type, going rrrr,rrrr,rrr,rrrr,r,r,r,r,r,rrrrr instead of RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Go away music versus live and let live music. Hmm.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oQ7WJhLHBk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WALZeAmilWY