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Dec. 18th, 2003 07:38 pmToday was, overall, objectively, a good day.
I got up on time, I noticed that my hair needed washing and washed my hair, I rang Naath, I drove to Chelmsford without incident despite not being able to see for half the way because of the Bright Shining Sunlight and the non-transparancy of my windscreen (no windscreen washer ness). I cleaned my windscreen and drove to the Meadows without incident.
Then I hit someone's car trying to park, but I got out and I couldn't see any damage on it. (It appears I must have been completely blind at the time.)
Went and ate lots of nice Chinese food (mm, I'm probably dehydrated, that would explain a lot), including toffee banana fritters (which made us late for the movie, which didn't matter because Naath had ticketsies already), and I managed to spend the entire time talking about Christian politics in Cambridge, which was useful for me to get the distinctions straight in my own mind, if nothing else. It was even nicer because Naath was paying because of her messing up what time we were seeing the film and making me pay for ticketsies we weren't going to use. Then we went and saw RotK, which was decent to quite good. Then Naath's parents stole her, and I walked back to my car. On reaching into my bag to get the key out, I discovered some Christmas cards.
I looked at my watch, trying to determine if I could drive back to my village postbox in time for the 5pm collection. The answer was a rather emphatic 'no', especially due to rush-hour traffic and some accidents that Naath's parents had kindly informed me about. So I headed into town in search of a postbox. On entering the Meadows, I saw a middle-aged guy wearing a Royal Mail being-seen-waistcoat-thing. So I asked him where the nearest postbox was. He asked me how many letters I had, and I said 'a few', nervously, and he said 'A few bagfuls?' and I said, 'no, just a few' and took the cards out of my bag, and he said that he'd deal with them and took them. So I don't know if you'll get cards, but I think you will, because he looked reasonably kindly, and I skipped back to the car full of love for my fellow humans.
I got into my car, and saw that there was a note under my windscreen wipers. Thinking it was some kind of carpark-flyerer thing, I got out and retrieved it. It was a kind note from the people whose car I'd hit, informing me they'd informed the police and would I kindly ring them?
This worried me rather, so I phoned my mother, who reassured me that I should just come home and we'd deal with it then. I then proceeded to drive out of Meadows without any lights, suddenly realising the situation when I suddenly couldn't see anything. Having turned the lights on, I ascertained that the not seeing anything problem was not with the lights. Driving down the middle of Chelmsford in rush hour without being able to see out of the windscreen is Not Fun. After a few attempts, I found a combination of things that let me see (windscreen wipers, heater on full, ducking down to see out the little cleared spot). Still not fun.
Of course, then I got home and realised I had to pack / tidy my room, which seemed to be these insurmountable difficulties. So I got stressed. I think also the dehydration thing helped rather, but I can't tell which of 'parents going out shopping, hence removing people I have to interact with' and 'drinking a litre of water' has actually dealt with the mood.
And now I need to go and do the rest of Stuff That Needs Doing, or I'll get even more upset when parents walk in and have a quite rightful go at me for having sat on the computer rather than doing the stuff they asked me to do.
I got up on time, I noticed that my hair needed washing and washed my hair, I rang Naath, I drove to Chelmsford without incident despite not being able to see for half the way because of the Bright Shining Sunlight and the non-transparancy of my windscreen (no windscreen washer ness). I cleaned my windscreen and drove to the Meadows without incident.
Then I hit someone's car trying to park, but I got out and I couldn't see any damage on it. (It appears I must have been completely blind at the time.)
Went and ate lots of nice Chinese food (mm, I'm probably dehydrated, that would explain a lot), including toffee banana fritters (which made us late for the movie, which didn't matter because Naath had ticketsies already), and I managed to spend the entire time talking about Christian politics in Cambridge, which was useful for me to get the distinctions straight in my own mind, if nothing else. It was even nicer because Naath was paying because of her messing up what time we were seeing the film and making me pay for ticketsies we weren't going to use. Then we went and saw RotK, which was decent to quite good. Then Naath's parents stole her, and I walked back to my car. On reaching into my bag to get the key out, I discovered some Christmas cards.
I looked at my watch, trying to determine if I could drive back to my village postbox in time for the 5pm collection. The answer was a rather emphatic 'no', especially due to rush-hour traffic and some accidents that Naath's parents had kindly informed me about. So I headed into town in search of a postbox. On entering the Meadows, I saw a middle-aged guy wearing a Royal Mail being-seen-waistcoat-thing. So I asked him where the nearest postbox was. He asked me how many letters I had, and I said 'a few', nervously, and he said 'A few bagfuls?' and I said, 'no, just a few' and took the cards out of my bag, and he said that he'd deal with them and took them. So I don't know if you'll get cards, but I think you will, because he looked reasonably kindly, and I skipped back to the car full of love for my fellow humans.
I got into my car, and saw that there was a note under my windscreen wipers. Thinking it was some kind of carpark-flyerer thing, I got out and retrieved it. It was a kind note from the people whose car I'd hit, informing me they'd informed the police and would I kindly ring them?
This worried me rather, so I phoned my mother, who reassured me that I should just come home and we'd deal with it then. I then proceeded to drive out of Meadows without any lights, suddenly realising the situation when I suddenly couldn't see anything. Having turned the lights on, I ascertained that the not seeing anything problem was not with the lights. Driving down the middle of Chelmsford in rush hour without being able to see out of the windscreen is Not Fun. After a few attempts, I found a combination of things that let me see (windscreen wipers, heater on full, ducking down to see out the little cleared spot). Still not fun.
Of course, then I got home and realised I had to pack / tidy my room, which seemed to be these insurmountable difficulties. So I got stressed. I think also the dehydration thing helped rather, but I can't tell which of 'parents going out shopping, hence removing people I have to interact with' and 'drinking a litre of water' has actually dealt with the mood.
And now I need to go and do the rest of Stuff That Needs Doing, or I'll get even more upset when parents walk in and have a quite rightful go at me for having sat on the computer rather than doing the stuff they asked me to do.
