God dam this waking up in the middle of the night

What's with this!?!?!? I'm totally sick of this!! Why do I keep waking up at 4am or before. I like sleep, I'd just like to do more of it, from when I go to bed, until it is light or even later. Preferably until after the birds wake up, not before when it's still fucking dark. Grrrrr

Just cos I can

I have been playing with some of the features of my new phone and I have discovered that not only can you do panoramas:

But you can also do magic!!!

Anyone know a leather worker?

All my beautiful slippers (that are 10-15 years old mind) are dying and I cannot find anything I want to replace them with. Hence, I'm hunting down someone who could make me some. Here is one of the least workout pairs (I have 3)

Dr who

Just watched the special broadcast (which started at 6:50am)
It was good. Now to decide if I should go back to bed...

What hideous shoes

Spotted on the bus

Does this make me an awful person? He he he

I love my BBQ

I think it's one of the best things I have ever bought

new me

About 10 years ago, Kate and I got some photos taken and one of those has been my profile photo ever since. After a couple of false starts, I finally got some new photos done today. Here are some and if you look to the right, my new profile photo too.

Motivation

So I have none right now, seriously none, for work anyway. I can't be arsed going, I don't want to do any of the things I have to do there, no one seems to care about any things do when I am there and essentially I think it's coming down to I have no real responsibility for anything so who cares?

I keep thinking I just need to take a break and I'll get my care factor back, but I have had breaks (1 week in WA, 2 weeks in NZ, along weekend in Tas many many days off just cos I can't be stuffed going to work)  I'm just not sure what to do from here.  Ideas accepted, my dear Internet.....

today a year ago....

Today a year ago, I was lined up to go under the knife.  It was supposed to be a day procedure op, but I ended up being operated on for 4 fours and in hospital for 4 days.
There was so much nastiness inside me that the surgeon had to cut a proper hole in me and pull bits out of me to do the whole job.  He ended up being very happy with the job he did and has remained positive that everything should work properly.
I was lucky enough to be involved in a pre and post research project to check how the surgery affected me. The results of this showed there was an effect, as expected, but not a totally detrimental one (ie: a pretty good result given the mess they found and how invasive the surgery was)  Regardless of these positive (ish) results, not everything has gone completely to plan.
I feel very ambivalent and conflicted about the whole situation.
Life, why is it not easy?

weight

so, I'm a bit fat and, like most of the rest of the world, trying to loose some weight (boring)
Anyway, I got this cool pedometer (on speed) and it's matching set of scales (cos I'm an uber nerd). Go here and investigate if you are interested, and let me know if you get one, cos then we can be friends!!
And on to the reason for this post.  I'm feeling a bit better today, so I decided to weigh myself and guess what!!?!? Feeling awful and not eating very much for a day or two is a great way to loose weight! (sort of joking)

Ah har!! I took the numbers off so you don;t know exactly HOW enormously fat I am!! (you are meant to be looking at the big down at the right hand end of the graph)

Also, just a note for people who are interested, trying to loose weight when you essentially can't exercise, like me, is really a bit hard.  You have to do it the boring way, by watching what you eat, generally eating less and by drinking less (I have been doing two of the three).

And in a fantastic bit of universe karma, I think I have worked out what has made me feel so awful.  It's the only thing I can think of that only I ate.  Peanut M&M's.  Which I bought while I was at officeworks and SHOULD have been at work, that I shouldn't have bought anyway (see graph) and that might be WELL past their used buy date (it's a bit hard to tell the number could be a 1: bad or a 4: fine)

*sigh*

bleh

So, some how, I managed to get some sort of 'stomach thing'.  I was fine when I left work and wet out for a few ciders, I was fine when I got on the tram and came home.  I was sitting in front of the tv and realised my stomach was really quite sore.  I decided a small dinner was in order and Neil was heating a sausage roll, so I just had one of these.  It didn't help, I still felt awful, so I went to bed.  I had a shit nights sleep, cos I was uncomfortable, no matter how I was lying.  When I work up, I still felt awful, and that had been the continuing theme for the day.  About three I decided soup would be a good idea.  It wasn't.  Back to bed, still feeling awful.

Without going in to too many revolting details, things are slowly moving down and I feel like I'm slowly improving.  I got so brave, I decided to have plain dry biscuits and lemonade.  These went down so well, the after a while I decided to try the soup again.  There was nearly a set back, and I had to have a quick lie down, but in the end. I think it went down ok.  God I hope I feel better tomorrow.  I've already cancelled the day of caching I had lined up :(

86 tram

I don't think I have ever told you my favorite 86 tram story. I mean technically I have probable told each person who is likely to read this blog the story, but I don't think I've told it ON the blog, to that counts.
Once upon a time, I was heading home on the 86 tram. This tram travels from right outside my work, up smith street, then high street and eventually all the way to bundoora, where at the end of the line is a 'mental' home. Now I'm sure there is a more PC term for this, but I have had two pints of cider, so at this point I don't really care.
Anyway, half way along the smith street section, two fairly merry seeming 'ladies' got on the tram. They were talking loudly and generally behaving like the usual crowd you get on the smith street tram. Anyway, not long after boarding, just before the next stop, one of the two quietly threw up in the stairwell. Her friend, full of sympathy, as they were exiting the tram was heard by me, and most of the rest of the tram, to exclaim: "I told you you shouldn't have had that stollie* before your methadone!!"
Ahhh, what a nice story. For me, personally, this story totally sums up the 86 tram. Kind of drug addicted, a bit fucked in the head, but mostly friendly and harmless.


* alcoholic white wine spritzer.

Love

I know it's not facing the handle, but I can cope with that :)

Mad as a hatter

Me with curls

No Camera

Yay I found it!!!! I also found the book I have been missing, the remote for the AC in the back room and all the other things that were beside the bed when we packed it up on Christmas morning! Yay. Neil then proceeded to pick on my packing method, cos the stuff was not on the top of a pile, it wasn't on the bottom either, so I say my method is fine. Anyway, got it and that's all I care about for the moment :)

bored

I am so bad at doing nothing. Neil is at the steam club. I could go out caching but then I'd be doing something, and I have it under good authority, that I am very stressed and need to spend sometime doing nothing. That's easy for them to say. Doing nothing sucks. Today so far, whilst doing nothing, I have been to the brand new shiny Spotlite that has appeared near Northland Norflans, been to the JB round the corner (spent money), sorted out meeting the new people for Sparky (a Scottie I have been helping to re-home after his elderly owner died), spent far too much time playing Farmville (for those of you who don't know what this is I have two things to say: a) Have you been living in a cardboard box? and b) Don't start playing), eaten food, read some more of Anne of Green Gables (Man that's a good book, why didn't I re-read it years ago. There is one really good thing about having a memory as shit as mine. For me re-reading books is like completely re-discovering them, I might as well have never read them before. I mean technically it has been over 20 years since I read this the last time, but seriously it's way better then I remembered. Note to self, buy the movie!) and though up about 1000 things I could do, but all of them would count as 'doing something'. Seriously people, how are you really supposed to do nothing?
P.S. If anyone else is bored, ring me, we can do something.

online

I think I feel like it's OK to be "online", when other people I know are on. This is why things like face book and google chat are a bit evil, because you can see when other people are online, even if your not chatting with them, it feels like your not by your self. but when they drop off line, it make it seem a bit lonely, even though nothing has happened at my end..... OK, yep sad. *sigh*

headache

I don't get headaches, as a general rule, unless I am hungover.
The optometrist recons that my weird vision thing this morning was the visual aura thing for a 'mini migraine'. By the time we got home in the car, my head was feeling awful and I went to bed, until about now. I still feel a bit average, but at least my head isn't as sore. Yay. I bloody hope this doesn't become a regular thing.

I'm blind or dying or something

I can't see properly. I am looking at things and there are bits missing. It's getting very disturbing. I am going to the optometrist this morning. I really hope they say I am really tired.