nig·gle intr.v. nig·gled, nig·gling, nig·gles

I have an urge to mutter strange words in a grumpy fashion. Fniggle. Schnat. Knagmub. Doobleprat. Gaaaahrn. Fnu. Astfgle. Gah.

Niggle is back. I was quite enjoying life without her actually. She’d been gone quite some time – a sign I was content. Why I feel anthropomorphising (is it anthropomorphism if it’s animals?) feelings makes them easier to deal with, I don’t know.

One of the key factors of Niggle’s prescence is that there is often no real cause for her being here, or if there is, it is often one that is easily solved. Thus emphasising the niggleness.

So – what could it be?

The Desserter is back. Well almost. She’s up for the weekend and I went to her housewarming bbq today. It was a good evening – we chatted all evening pretty much. It’s quite illuminating how much I’ve changed over a year – I can chat all evening with out break easily now. Not so a year ago. She seems much the same – even same hairstyle. I’m not sure she’s very keen on coming back – the disorganisation and large size of our uni becomes more apparent after you’ve been in a small, neat place.

So she’s probably not the cause. Although I have agreed to meet her at 11am tomorrow, which means I have to be in at 9am to work before doing so. Which means I have to get up early. And yes, it’s 2.48am now. That could have some part in Niggle’s presence.

Work is probably the main Niggle-contributant. The honey project is not going well. Comparing the bacterial activity of a sterile honey to a contaminated one is impossible and I’ve spent 3 weeks doing that. Cue panic mode. *slapeth forehead* Plus I should have done stuff this weekend on it to facilitate next week, and I did not. *slapeth forehead againth* I have one week left, and the boss returns on Wednesday. And I’m stuck in a problematic situation – if I phone him when he’s on holiday, he’ll know I need help and he’ll be peed off. If I don’t phone him, he’ll come back and tell me I should have phoned him. Catch 22. I’m not bloody phoning him. Noooo way.

Oo another possible Nigglant. Sister Ding has gone away for 6 weeks. AnM has gone away for 1 week and will soon go away for another week and then for 6 weeks. In a week, Little Chef and Filly scarper off. The Desserter goes home tomorrow. Everyone’s buggering off and won’t be back until I’m back at work, working godawful 12 hour days without lunch.

I have 4 weeks off after this in which I need to write up parts of this project and two others. Nothing huge but still – hoops to jump through. I don’t really want to go home – it’s a bombsite at the moment as it’s being decorated, and as much as I love and adore my parents, I enjoy my life in student home. i.e. being up at 3am at home would be frowned upon. But on the other hand, being here with nothing to do but avoid work is possibly worse…

Looming things are nigglants. Trips away are looming, deadlines making that wooshing fast approaching noise. Knowing I will progressively have more to do and less time to do it in, and yet no desire or willpower to do it now.

And knowing that staying up writing this to try and make myself feel better just means I’m later to bed and so even more niggly about getting up early tomorrow.

Bah humbug.