Last week before my grocery order was delivered I had a call saying that their freezer compartment on their truck was broken so I wouldn’t be getting any chilled/frozen goods. Then she asked ‘Is this alright?’ I replied that it had to be. I hate it when people do that, do disruptive or mean things then ask if it is okay. Obviously it isn’t okay, okay would be sticking to our original plan/agreement. I think it is manipulative and they’re trying to make me feel bad for putting them out. How dare I ask and pay for a service they offer. In the end the call was pointless anyway because 15-minutes later my order arrived with all my chilled/frozen things present and chilled/frozen.

I reserved some books at the library, I got an e-mail today telling me that some of them were in. I could get used to this fancy modern version of library usage.

I woke up at 4 this morning for no reason that I know of and couldn’t get back to sleep. Felt all groggy today because of it. I think I was dreaming of my MP3 player issues, I’ve got myself all worked up about missing the delivery. If I’m lucky it’ll show up on Wednesday. I go to the gym on Wednesday mornings and I have the piano tuner coming at noon on Wednesday too. Normally Weasel would be here to collect any parcels, but she’s going to a meeting in some far-away city. Logically I know that if I miss it, I can just nip up to the main Post Office and collect it. Mildly annoying since it is next to my gym, but not impossible. Weasel’s also volunteered to go get it on Thursday if necessary. I can’t remember how long they want you to wait after their attempted delivery. I hate that I can’t let these things go, I know what’s happening and when, I know how to fix any problems that might arise, so why am I still fretting?

I think I had more to write, but my brain has already headed off to bed. Gah, can’t get the staff these days.

Following the untimely demise of my very much loved MP3 player and more research than I care to do again in a hurry, I have settled on a black Creative Zen Vision:M MP3 player for my music needs.

I am warming to the video aspect of it, not too fussed about the photos angle. Weasel has a Zen Mirco so I think with practice I’ll be able to handle slidy three-buttons-in-one jobby. I also got a shiny black pouch for it which will protect it from wind and rain and make exercise with it possible.

I’m considering the docking station thingy so I can re-charge at work if necessary, but we’ll see what it looks like when it arrives.

While I mentioned the storms yesterday, I neglected to mention that I got caught in one on my way home from work. Just over the half way mark the heavens opened. I did what I normally do and tucked my MP3 player inside my shirt. Unfortunately, when I got drenched through and though I think my MP3 player got wetter than it wanted to.

So at just under two years old, my little player is dead. Very sad.

Now have to try and find one that ticks all my boxes. This one was only a gig, would like something with more storage. I’d still like to be able to wear it on a neck chord [nice for the gym and cycling]. I need it to play .ogg, .wma and .mp3 [which means Creative and iPod players are all out]. I think I’m going to try to get another iRiver one, but I’ll see about the hard drive players instead of the flash drives.

Going to miss my little player.

Apparently if I edit an entry later it gets re-posted to my LJ feed. Fun.

My course work for Introducing and Developing Counselling Skills arrived yesterday. Colour me fearful. I’m trying to be brave, I’m taking my first shot at it tomorrow morning.

Another trip to the library will also be tomorrow at lunchtime. I’ve used the very shiny online reservation system to save seven books for me, I doubt they’ll have all seven, but it sure was fun to do.

I mowed the lawn yesterday finally. I’ve been putting it off because it has been so fucking hot. It turned out to be perfect timing we’ve had two huge storms since then. Hopefully everything will return to its lushy green state.

Weasel, Horatio, Jon and I all had a chat last night to plan our next few visits. August will be nice, we’ll have five days together, but then we have to wait six weeks to see each other again. I hate waiting that long between visits. It’s a timing thing with school starting, holidays clashing and work commitments etc. My plan is to try and ignore the time and focus on the fact that the September visit will mark my fourth anniversary with Horatio. I’m so chuffed that we’ve made it so far and we’re doing so well. When I set out on this path it was so strange and scary. It seemed to impossible and so outside my realm… we’ve been feeling our way in the dark [so to speak] but we’ve done so well. I’m still amazed that it has worked so long and so well.

I’m scanning a book at the moment and my left arm is not happy about holding down the lid of the scanner. I do type surprisingly well with one hand though. I have to look at the keyboard more. It is entertaining me, my hand looks like a spider.

Weasel is ignoring my giggles though. I think it is because I was taunting her with the ‘ha ha you love me’ line. I was also singing along with Evanescence in the over-the-top, opera-esque, overly emotional way that I do. Which also entertains me. And we all know how important it is to keep me entertained.

I’ve run out of things to say but I’m still into watching my hand. Perhaps I’ll find a typing test! … I didn’t do too badly, 30WPM, 86% accuracy. Score!

I have nothing to say.

I finished reading Animal Farm by George Orwell today. I liked it better than 1984. I think I’d had my expectations up too high for 84, so I need to re-read it. Animal Farm was much simpler. Very much a fable. Blanketgirl told me to get it. We’ve been talking every Tuesday for the last few weeks. We have a surprising amount in common. She’s four years older than me and I was always very intimidated by her when I was younger, she moved out when I was 14 etc. She’s probably my favourite in my family.

Yesterday I felt so ill. My nose has been grumpy at me for ages and on Tuesday night my throat decided it’d try joining it. I went to the gym yesterday morning as usual, but the time I got home, my head was pounding and I felt like shit. Ended up spending the rest of the day like a slug. Caught up on Alias though well into the second season now. Still not 100% today, head still grumpy at me.

Blanketgirl and I ended up talking about PCOS a little on Tuesday so I got my book out and on the cover it says something like ‘tired all the time?’ – I’d completely forgotten one of the main symptoms is feeling tired all the time. I had a big forehead slapping moment and now my doctor’s non-response to my complaint of being tired all the time suddenly makes sense. Re-reading my book now.

Sent off application for the next counselling course. I should hear from them soon.

Weasel’s Mum called today, offering free garden furniture! I’m delighted, I’ve wanted some for years, but it wasn’t a priority and the stuff I liked was way too expensive.