Nov. 13th, 2001

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I thought I'd have to write off the entire evening tonight to get stuff done, but I've done the (rather clumsy and basic) batch-files for sharing mail between our two computers (shuttling all the files backwards and forwards 'cos OE won't look in a shared directory for its mailstore), reinstalled Avirt Soho in lieu of a decent connection-sharing setup (Win98 Internet Connection Sharing just made the computer it was installed on randomly restart and SimpleMu to crash nastily and suchlike, we decided it wasn't really worth the trouble), sent off my essay on judicial precedent via email to my college tutor, caught the errors on my latest coding project with a decent text editor (well, PythonWin (and this is a C program...)), and generally been productive, and it's not even 8pm yet... maybe I'll sort out some more stuff for my webpage while I'm feeling productive. Or maybe I'll just get sucked into checking out LJ again, as usual...
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Maybe it's time to post more from my Psion.

28th - no, that can't be right. Ah, Talia must have sychronised time with Yamsyn who has it wrong.
typing in gloves is not as difficult as I'd envisiged.
On the way here I saw a snail. It was a tiny, minuture snail, shell glossy, bright brown in the rain, washed clean, body thin, deep charcoal grey, lithe, beautiful. But I almost stepped on it, and it was in danger of being run over. So I picked it up (with gloves on 'cos I forgot to takethemoff, dropping it ashort way on the first attempt) and put it back in the moisyt grass and leaves on the side of the road.
About halfway through typing the above, it started raining so I closed up Talia - under the shelter (the seat became free after I passed) it's still a little rainish, 'cos the wind's so strong, but sheltering Talia with one hand seems to, work. (I'm pretty sure she's not very water-resistant.)
nastiness is a symptom not a syndrome.
I'm so glad I remembered my gloves, my hands are freezing enough with them. *shivers*
on train
Everthing's just absorbed the cold sooo much. Poor Talia's an ice cube. Extremes of temperature are bad for Talia's screen (updates slower (or rather has major ghosting of the last display which fades slowly once it's updated) and is lighter than normal in cold, has black ghosty lines all down it when hot), I hope they're not too bad for the rest of poor ickle Talia, Eee, the keyboard's making my fingers freezy!
Due to unproductiveness didn't find out anything about structures last night so can't really carry on coding, hmm, maybe I'll do the maths h/w I said I'd have done ages ago, there's only 1 question left.
9th Nov
./~ Nobody ever mentions the weather
Can make or break your day
Nobody ever seems to remember
Life is a game we play
We live in the shadows
And we had a chance and threw it away
Now it's never gonna be the same
Cos the years are falling by like the rain ~\.
I just wanna curl up and go to sleeeep.... but there are already several ppl who've had the same idea so the seats are fullish. and it's raining, so I can't go buy chocolate. and I forgot about helping the lady with computery stuff. Blergh. Need my weekend (glad I'm not going to London Meet!!!).
12th Nov
It's raining, and someone dumped horse dung all over the road. I got woken up by the alarm today which does not bode well for the avoience of fuzzyheadness.
13th Nov
When I get really tired, tired enough to just go back to bed and sleep all day (if I had that luxury), I feel like I have this huge mantle of dust and cobwebs lying over me, obstructing my breathing, clouding my vision, and I just want to rip something apart to see if I can rip apart the cobwebs, to tear at myself just to feel something, anything through the numbness...
...but I'm way too busy and am ignoring several of the things I should've done months ago, so I wake up and sleepwalk out my day. Which makes me useless and forgetful and more crushingly tired.
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Yup, I started on LJ and stuff, and now it's almost 9pm and I've gotta go to avoid annoying ppl 'cos of being on the computer too long and being in the bathroom when they want it and so on and so forth... so no more website content today. Or LJ-archiving.

./~ We can't say when
Where, why or who
But how's up to us
To me and you ~\.

Semi-non-random song quote.

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