MolluscFreeZoneYou are on the archive wiki. The new wiki is here. Well, it's been another week or so. I'm a bit stressed at the moment (when am I not?) for a variety of reasons. Work still sucks. I love my parents, but my social life has become a nightmare to control and organise over the last three weeks . I am physically addicted to jujitsu, if I don't get at least one 'fix' a week my currently managed levels of anxiety go through the roof and I get snappish, restless and depressed. (This has not made the social planning easier!) I am a little broke - £200 worth of credit-card debt sort of broke. Fortunately this has now been paid, but it means living this month like hermit. Which I can't. Since I've already neglected most of the peole I know for a month, and it's my birthday in just over a week's time. (Birthdays also being a bit of an expense in my world...) To top it all off, I lost my Oyster Card yesterday, that being the card that gives me access to all my London transport. I did this about 10 hours after I'd put my monthly ticket onto it. So now having paid for that already, I have to pay for all my transort out of my own pocket till they replace it for me. There is a chance that they'll refund me the money, but there's also a good chance that they'll just give me a full month and expect me to bear the full un-oyster-discounted costs of my transport for this 'twilight zone' period. Plus they say it'll take three days or so to get me a new one - but that's working days which means I've got to pay for my weekend transport too!!! Sigh. Anyway. High Wycomb was lovely, and it's great to now have memories of where my father comes from. One day it would be lovely to go to Malawi too to see where Mum grew up. It was also nice to be out of London - although I think Devon was a little more scenic that the Bucks region. South Africa still beats the pants off them both though. Weekend was nice, the braai went down well, despite the weather. We went to Kew on Sunday which I was sad to leave early - but I needed my Jitsu fix. Especially since the neighbours started up with karaoke at one in the morning and ket it up till three - despite me going round in my PJ's to complain at about 1:30. I had a lot of tension that needed dealing with. Oh, and before everyone here decides I'm a psyco at Jitsu, with images of Robyn crushing smaller opponents and putting my poor partners in especially painful locks, all with an evil grin across my face and a malicious glint in my eye, that is not the case. I do not set out to hurt anyone, if I do, it''s usually unintentional and swifly followed by an apology. It's just that some good physical exercise, combined with the challenge of learning new things (to take my mind completely off my other issues), mixed in with a little bit of unavoidable pain, a fair bit of hitting the floor and a good shot of adreniline and endorphines makes the perfect 'feel good mix' for me. There's also good company, and the pub for afters. I always leave feeling tired, happy and wholesome. I am an addict, and I love it. |