./~ How much are you worth if you can't come down to earth ~\.

I appear to have misplaced my hardware practical notes. What's even more infuriating is that I think I know where they are, but the mobile phone of the person who could confirm or deny that (and look in said location) has currently decided that it isn't talking to my phone. Not only does this mean that I can't effectively use this time and the Disc Maths lecture to do the planning for the prac, it also means I might have to actually work with someone on the practical itself (sharing their notes).

I do not play nicely with other people on tasks like these; because they're so regimented there isn't the need for bouncing ideas off, because I have no time to get to know the other person so I don't know whether getting on and doing one bit of it / telling them what to do next will annoy them or not, whether they'd rather I volunteered a method or whether they'd rather come up with it... I *can* work with other people, but I need more time, more structure and more ground-rules for it to work properly, and a task that actually requires two people rather than being far easier with one person, because the latter type of task just frustrates me if I have to work with someone because the communication overheads are so much greater than those for just getting on and doing it, and I tend to get bossy and just get on with it or withdrawn and unhelpful. *Especially* when I'm not exactly functioning on all cylinders anyhow.

I'm feeling surprisingly calm about it, actually; more of a 'sense of impending doom' than 'grr kill people', which is what I would have expected.

I *could* print myself off a fresh set of this week's notes from online once I get into town, and possibly work out what the relavant bits of the data book are to print too. That'll be hastening the demise of my free printer credit, though, and seems rather a waste unless the notes are actually lost, which I doubt. It's beginning to sound more and more like a solution, though.

./~ Tell me it's real ~\.

Notes were duely returned to me, so disaster averted. Currently at 'barely suppressed fury' point in mood cycle. Fury currently directed at myself for sitting around writing an LJ entry when I should be showering / washing my hair / generally making myself look less of a ugly greaseball. Also that I fail to be ugly enough to get people to agree with me when I think I am, so futher reducing my supply of botheredness to do anything about it. Grr.

I also just realised I have no idea as to the chronological order of Things That Have Happened This Term, which includes having no idea where or when I met anybody. I can point at events and say 'well, I must have known them by then, because I specifically went to talk to them', but not and say 'and that's where I first spoke to x'. Naturally, this currently also annoys me.

I'm currently not fit for human company, but cell is being this Fusion Tour thing at Emma URC instead of just cell, so I may as well go along, because I can get lost in the crowd and not have to interact much. I will be most unhappy if my period fails to arrive tomorrow, which means it almost certainly will fail to arrive, not wanting to be convenient or anything.

Tomorrow night I'm currently not doing anything; except technically my CS work for Monday, but I should be doing that tomorrow morning. If the not-doing-anything persists, I will probably go insane. My opinions of course might change at any moment. Currently, though, I'd like to find something to do.

Also, people don't appear to have correctly read my post about Sath - it was meant to read more like 'Please can someone come and meet us so I don't have to wander about Cambridge with Sath not knowing what to do and looking like an idiot !!1!'. So.

./~ And fade into the night ~\.

( Three things meme. I dislike my answer to the first one, but I can't think of any better way to put it, and thought I may as well be honest. Also, the second 'three things I want to do' is actually cryptic. Sorry. )

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I have a bad case of The Dreaded Apathy. This makes me vaguely sarcastic and generally not particularly nice. This, in turn, aggrevates me. Especially because I could probably snap out of it if I particularly tried.

Right. I *am* going out, otherwise I'll be entirely useless by tomorrow.

./~ In the morning, I will celebrate the light ~\.

Period's started now, so I'm very happy indeed, despite being in pain due to not having any water to take medicationy things with. (It's the way the mood just *lifts* when my period starts that always surprises me; good way of telling when it's happening, too.) See, I knew going out tonight (to the Fusion Tour thingamy) would be good for me.

Now I just have to deal with being exhausted for the next week. Ho hum, it's a lot better than having that lovely black PMT cloud to deal with.