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I've been at my dad's place since Saturday, and all we've done so far is watch Stargate SG-1. Not that I'm going to complain about it, since I actually quite like Stargate, and it's given me an opportunity to wind down and reconnect with my muses. I'm finally working on fics again, and I'm very much hoping to get through the backlog of unfinished ones that I have sitting around in my documents folder. Not that it's bad to have a buffer of sorts. I don't really want to have nothing to fall back on once I completely run out of ideas... which is of course something that I hope never happens |:
My sister's ill. She's had a cough since this time last week and she's still not managed to shake it. Considering I've been here for the past four days and have therefore been in pretty much constant contact with her, I'm slowly being driven insane. I know it's not her fault and she can't help it, but I'm now so sensitive to the 'UH-HUHU-' sound of her trying to hack up her lungs that it's making me twitch every time I hear it. Normally, we'd be going home by tomorrow or the day after, but we're here for a whole week this time which is unusual. I didn't realise how tense having nowhere to escape to would make me. I've taken to staying up for hours after she and dad go to bed just to get some peace and quiet so I don't snap.
Funny, how much I've become used to being alone. Not that I mind it, I suppose I wouldn't normally be in such constant company (even in a workplace) so it's only normal that I get a bit unnerved by it. I'll just have to deal with it until Saturday then I can hermit in my room all weekend and set my brain back to normal.
Turns out I haven't been struck off at the dentist, and I have an appointment now to go on September 29th. Just as well I suppose since I haven't been in almost two years (usual protocol is to go every six months). The reason I stopped going was because I didn't see the use in paying £18 twice a year to spend longer talking to the nurse and dentist than I spent sat in the chair having my teeth checked. But I guess keeping up regular appointments is better than being taken off their books because I never go.
Ho hum.
My sister's ill. She's had a cough since this time last week and she's still not managed to shake it. Considering I've been here for the past four days and have therefore been in pretty much constant contact with her, I'm slowly being driven insane. I know it's not her fault and she can't help it, but I'm now so sensitive to the 'UH-HUHU-' sound of her trying to hack up her lungs that it's making me twitch every time I hear it. Normally, we'd be going home by tomorrow or the day after, but we're here for a whole week this time which is unusual. I didn't realise how tense having nowhere to escape to would make me. I've taken to staying up for hours after she and dad go to bed just to get some peace and quiet so I don't snap.
Funny, how much I've become used to being alone. Not that I mind it, I suppose I wouldn't normally be in such constant company (even in a workplace) so it's only normal that I get a bit unnerved by it. I'll just have to deal with it until Saturday then I can hermit in my room all weekend and set my brain back to normal.
Turns out I haven't been struck off at the dentist, and I have an appointment now to go on September 29th. Just as well I suppose since I haven't been in almost two years (usual protocol is to go every six months). The reason I stopped going was because I didn't see the use in paying £18 twice a year to spend longer talking to the nurse and dentist than I spent sat in the chair having my teeth checked. But I guess keeping up regular appointments is better than being taken off their books because I never go.
Ho hum.
