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Thanks for all the reassuring / happifying comments; I did appreciate them.
This morning I spent from 10am to 12noon turning an anime schoolgirl into the Princess of Darkness. Then I spent the next hour trying to hack the savefile so I could quickly get the 'marry a dragon' ending too. Unfortunately I did it too well and ended up marrying her to the prince instead.
I also just found a really cool game (here) which I can't play because I must Stop Playing Computer Games.
After lunch, I decided it was a lovely day and I really wanted to go for a walk, so I should do some maths instead. I have now done all the maths I can do without the answers to a set of questions I have written on a piece of paper somewhere in a pile I can't be bothered to look through right now, which aren't obviously in my textbook. After having done that much maths I was going to reward myself with a walk, so I went to get my shoes, only to be reminded that I would probably just get miserable. So then I came back upstairs and LJ-posted despondantly.
I went to try and go for a walk again, but this time I was de-railed by the washing up. By the time I'd washed up I was in no mood for anything, so I took another look through my work, and trudged upstairs with some matsci notes. At this point I was interrupted by a doorbell. The little boy next door had lost his tennis ball in our garden. I duitifully put on some shoes and trooped out to collect it, only noticing when halfway across the room that I was leaving a lovely trail of mud across wooden floor and rug both. The tennis ball duitifully delivered, I then spent some time cleaning the floor, which led naturally into cleaning the shoes. They are still not in any way clean. I need some kind of brush to get the mud out of the treads. They are still even trailing little bits of mud everywhere, but I feel it's one of those halving problems and so trailing mud everywhere isn't actually going to make them clean.
Then my mother came home, so I was miserable at her for a while, in my traditional unhelpful style. Got my hair washed in the end, after being prompted. Actually felt quite a lot happier around teatime, but my mother kept hovering - worried because I hadn't been for a walk and I always seem to have excuses to get out of doing exercise, although it isn't actually like that at all I don't think, it's just a false correlation - and so I had to actually talk and think rather than losing myself in computer games, which made me less happy again.
(It isn't that the computer games would have made me *happy*, but they would have made me *distracted* long enough to be at a time where I can just go to sleep.)
I've been displaying most of the classic signs of depression (the feeling utterly miserable for no reason, bursting into tears for less, and isolating myself from people). Apparently I should stop this. Unfortunately I was still in inertia mode when it was time to go to cell group tonight. I've been instructed that I am to phone Olive in the morning. (I still feel bad about not having replied to anything she sent me in the term.)
I should probably get some sleep and stop LJ-posting.
((A quick note on music - the 'current music' is generally my current internal soundtrack, which is generally relevant to the tone of the post. I often put a comment to the effect that something else has triggered it with it if it isn't relevant to the content of the post, especially if it might be misleading.))
This morning I spent from 10am to 12noon turning an anime schoolgirl into the Princess of Darkness. Then I spent the next hour trying to hack the savefile so I could quickly get the 'marry a dragon' ending too. Unfortunately I did it too well and ended up marrying her to the prince instead.
I also just found a really cool game (here) which I can't play because I must Stop Playing Computer Games.
After lunch, I decided it was a lovely day and I really wanted to go for a walk, so I should do some maths instead. I have now done all the maths I can do without the answers to a set of questions I have written on a piece of paper somewhere in a pile I can't be bothered to look through right now, which aren't obviously in my textbook. After having done that much maths I was going to reward myself with a walk, so I went to get my shoes, only to be reminded that I would probably just get miserable. So then I came back upstairs and LJ-posted despondantly.
I went to try and go for a walk again, but this time I was de-railed by the washing up. By the time I'd washed up I was in no mood for anything, so I took another look through my work, and trudged upstairs with some matsci notes. At this point I was interrupted by a doorbell. The little boy next door had lost his tennis ball in our garden. I duitifully put on some shoes and trooped out to collect it, only noticing when halfway across the room that I was leaving a lovely trail of mud across wooden floor and rug both. The tennis ball duitifully delivered, I then spent some time cleaning the floor, which led naturally into cleaning the shoes. They are still not in any way clean. I need some kind of brush to get the mud out of the treads. They are still even trailing little bits of mud everywhere, but I feel it's one of those halving problems and so trailing mud everywhere isn't actually going to make them clean.
Then my mother came home, so I was miserable at her for a while, in my traditional unhelpful style. Got my hair washed in the end, after being prompted. Actually felt quite a lot happier around teatime, but my mother kept hovering - worried because I hadn't been for a walk and I always seem to have excuses to get out of doing exercise, although it isn't actually like that at all I don't think, it's just a false correlation - and so I had to actually talk and think rather than losing myself in computer games, which made me less happy again.
(It isn't that the computer games would have made me *happy*, but they would have made me *distracted* long enough to be at a time where I can just go to sleep.)
I've been displaying most of the classic signs of depression (the feeling utterly miserable for no reason, bursting into tears for less, and isolating myself from people). Apparently I should stop this. Unfortunately I was still in inertia mode when it was time to go to cell group tonight. I've been instructed that I am to phone Olive in the morning. (I still feel bad about not having replied to anything she sent me in the term.)
I should probably get some sleep and stop LJ-posting.
((A quick note on music - the 'current music' is generally my current internal soundtrack, which is generally relevant to the tone of the post. I often put a comment to the effect that something else has triggered it with it if it isn't relevant to the content of the post, especially if it might be misleading.))
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Date: 2004-03-31 02:08 pm (UTC)From:Let the mud dry out, and just banging the boots together (outside!) should get rid of the worst of it. Your house should have a stiff-bristled brush lying around somewhere (I think they grow them), which you can use to get rid of the rest. Optionally apply a damp, expendable cloth to the problem afterwards.
Um. What Becky said.
Love and blessings!
Date: 2004-04-01 03:42 pm (UTC)From:"For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be."
-- Psalm 139:13-16