I’m cat sitting for the bank holiday weekend. Although generally unimpressed with the kitten, the rabbit seems to be tolerating it’s presence. In fact, kitten is far more terrified of the herbivore prey animal than the herbivore prey animal is of the miniturised carnivorous predator.

Tonight. Prettiness. Note closeness of mobile phone tower. Keeps us happy and glowing.

Week 5 of 48 (Equine Medicine & Abulatory) went well. I had to work on Saturday, 7.30-18.45 (got back just in time for Doctor Who) and I have to work Monday night (as in 8pm-8am). Whether I literally work all night or whether I come in every few hours depends on what’s in. Shame that after week 8 of 48 my little group of 6 will have to merge with it’s sister group and we become a mega group of 13. My little group is a good group – we’ve a good sense of clinical responsibility as well as all of us being pretty alturistic in a “yeah I’ll stay til 7 to help you with your case even though I was finished at 5″ way. Plus we’re exceptionally organised – we work with surgery students on out of hours shifts and they obviously aren’t as busy as us during their days as they haven’t learned efficiency from necessity yet. Understandable really – it’s their first real clinical rotation and it’s our second. However our first was a the diet coke of clinical, so they haven’t got much excuse…

So I got home today at the joyful time of 6.45, had a shower during which we had a power cut. I could tell, because my power shower became distinctly non-powerful. Our phone is electrical, the cooker is gas but I don’t fancy trying to light it with matches, the fridge, microwave and TV were all obviously out of use. My computer has a battery life of 5 minutes (this is not an exaggeration – the battery/power management is buggered). My mobile has a battery life of about 10 minutes due to the ancient battery in that also being buggered. So – being unable to cook I ordered a pizza. Whilst ordering it I started to pay for it with my card, got very suspicious when the blokie started asking for details you don’t need in order to make card payments, so I changed my mind and decided to pay with cash. I had about the right amount of cash, and no more. I then got a bit worried about my card and opted to cancel it with the bank. In doing so I spent half of my phone credit and used up most of it’s battery.

So, in 2 hours of a powercut I spent £4 worth of credit, £11 on a pizza, almost ran out of phone credit, almost ran out of phone battery, cancelled my card, left myself with no means of getting more money or more phone credit until my new card arrives and limited ways to pay by other cards as I never learned their pins. Oh and I don’t have a cheque book. Remove electricity from a girl, and her entire life falls apart.

Tiiiiired. Got home at 7.15, cooked and ate dinner and tried to watch my recorded episode of America’s Next Top Model which was sadly ruined as my tape machine ate the tape as it was recording it – little git. Slept 9-11, it’s now 11.45 (housemate stole computer for “just a few minutes”). Have to have finished 7 minute presentation on the importance of abdominocentesis cytology of post surgical equines by Friday. All very short notice (too tired to remember whether we got it yesterday or today – probably yesterday).

Gah. Have just ate three Expresso Crunchs (homemade recipe of sugar, oats and buckets of coffee) and a cup of coffee and need another to function. See you on the dark side…

^ New inmate. Is actually very sweet, just didn’t appriciate me turning the light on at two in the morning after a very intense evening of chasing a mouse toy on a string. Will only be resident for 6 weeks or so as is owned by departing housemate, but is good fun! We get the 6 weeks of kitten without having to have the 24 years of cat!

The computer’s shitty – it continues to go wrong. I can’t rip cds and it even flipping froze as I wrote this sentence. College is intimidating and stretches on for 10 months. I own too much stuff – I have no space anywhere. I only ever realise I have too much stuff at 11pm at night when it’s too later to start decluttering realistically, yet I have no interest in doing it in daylight. I want to play EVE but sodding computer starts rebooting when I rip cds or try and play Dungeon Keeper – hardly going to manage EVE is it. My music is buffering and peeing me off. I hate horse work, and I have 2 weeks of it ahead of me. I have too much food in my freezer – I can’t fit new food in but it feels wrong to throw away food. Virus killer keeps complaining – someone please hit it with a stick! I’ve got to research a project I don’t understand and I have to plan this project whilst suffering college. I have the time to keep up with the php projects I have to do for online clubs, and yet have zero inclination to do them, in full knowledge that after Monday I’ll have no time at all.

hehehe *parody of Backstreet Boys song comes on EVE Underground radio comes on* – “Which Backstreet Boy’s Gay” to tune of “I want you that way” or whatever it is. I did worry that Dorden had put some dodgy pop music into his auto.

I just watched DareDevil and the good music in that and the distinct lack of good music on any of the analog radio stations made me feel somewhat outcast.

I don’t even want to play EVE! – I know full well I haven’t the ambition to be bothered to suceed at the game, and thus lose interest rapidly. I just miss the station chat and being able to dictate the music, that and having some aquaintances who thing Enter Sandman is rather on the poppy side. It’s not like I’ll have time to play it anyway.

I’m living in a office wastepaper basket! An office wastepaper basket wither the staff bring in dog food and about 30 bloody issues of veterinary magazines that you have no interest in reading and yet since you pay for them you can’t throw them away, and they are *just* too thick to fit in the hole punch so I can store them. ARG. And don’t get me started on stethoscopes. Or mug warmers – I want a mug warmer. Too expensive. I have to go back to my dirty student house this weekend to return to living in a cesspit. With yet still more crappy paper everywhere. WHY is there so much paper in the world?! We’ve had electronic information for several years now – this reliance on bleached compressed wood pulp must end! Before we all suffocate under and unending sea of the stuff.

The only benefit to going back to said smelly student house (it really does stink) is that my bed there is better than my bed here – not stupid polyester where the undersheet slides off 5 mins after getting in. And my desk is bigger, meaning I can fit on it along with my reams of paper. That’s it – end of benefits. Begining of disadvantages.

In a nutshell, I’m 23, and by now I thought I’d have a bit of a handle on life. I’d have at least some things the way I wanted them. Pigs might as well parachute. By this rate I’ll have reached a quarter of a century and still be living this disorganised mess of a life, living in a series of escapism dreamworlds that are likewise disorganised, wishing the days away, wishing my life away.

Knowing other people have it worse won’t help in this instant. I know my situation is bloody wonderful compared with a lot of people I know, and I’m aware I’m whining irrationally but I am completely revelling in my ranting, so there. I’m Virgo, addict of organisation, and totally incapable of achieving it.

One of the benefits of being young and female and having a beat up little car is that you can turn up for MOT, ask them to call you before doing any remedial work bar lightbulbs as, and I quote, “it’s not worth it”. The end result is your car passes with flying colours, despite having one bumper held in place with gaffer tape and more funny noises than a tuba player on nitrous. If you are really lucky, the mechanic may even say “they’re tough little cars these ones, aren’t they?” and comment on how well it’s been looked after.

Another car related joy; the mothers of the children of the school opposite have an inbuilt fear that walking a few blocks away will cause their poor darlings to collapse from exhaustion. Bless. So, kindly maternal figures they are, they all descend upon my road at 3.30 to await the egress of their spawn. Some, being so devoted to their children they will risk the wrath of local inhabitants will park across driveways. So, upon returning from said MOT with fantabulous and well looked after little car, I found one of these spawn-producers blocking my driveway when there was a perfectly adequate space on the curb behind her. I followed the ritual of beeping and gesturing to her to move herself forthwith, and watched with extreme amusment as she panicked and backed into a lamppost.

I do enjoy it when bad things happen to crap drivers. Mwahahaha!

I don’t remember being this bored before. Very weird. Can’t be bothered to do anything online, can’t be bothered to do anything offline. Knowing I have to go out especially to mow a lawn in a few hours time doesn’t help, though going to the Final Year Revue (mad sketch show by the departing final years) will improve my mood no doubt.

Bleugh – bored.

Thank heavens I can dope my patients if they get too fractious.

I live here. A resource sadly underused in today’s world.

Tis VE Day. To mark the occasion I’m listening to Glen Miller and various other swing artists. We were most put out that the fly past didn’t today – we live under the flight path as the planes make their way to Pall Mall. And today they did not fly over.

Gorgeous, eh?

am ill – mildly dilaeious and bery un concerned about my typing and whenether I thigt the right keys. need ro gott thh bede. Pooor eldamri has mebabbling to her on aim incoohereentlyu. Thought for interewets skae i’d post a blog thing – sho w the secent into iullness combinde with a week of tiredness and an already existant probelm with the order of fletters in a word. le tme knoow if i need to translate this thejn I am better.

viieing keyaboird at eye level dur to slow slumping fall ourt of chair proobably ins;t helpping.

gonna go pass pout now – night!