Have to make A Phone Call. Wish me luck...
Update: phone call made. Case manager was understanding and took me off Difficult Client's schedule. Also it transpired that the system -at least the scheduling system - hadn't been updated and was showing me still in Cheltenham.
The delayed phase sleep syndrome I'm dealing with. Even when I've woken up early and gotten shit sleep, I can't seem to fall asleep early. Going to the pharmacy to get my hands on some schedule 3 meds.
Back home after sleep school. I won't say finally a chance for a regular night's sleep, but lets try to keep up the good habits with the kids and there might be many good nights' sleep for us in the future
Grateful for female friendships! Not being upset like I was a year ago because my ex was too busy to talk to me. The sun. Dog attempting to wake me up twice, potentially because someone has either left the house or arrived.
My filling that I got on Monday started hurting at about 8pm yesterday. It's odd. I didn't have any pain on Tuesday, obviously didn't have any on Monday (half my face was numb), and on Wednesday I only had a little bit that was easily fixed with a Panadol. This one isn't so lucky. And it seems to have been timed nicely with feeling a bit blegh.
Hopefully I have a good sleep, and a good sleep fixes it
Step 2: With their friends, in total four of us, take turns repeating step 1 while watching YouTube.
Step 3: Celebrate too hard after finally spending almost 2 hours getting the damn bonnet open ... and helplessly watch as they accidentally smash the windshield with said bonnet.
Step 4: Connect batteries, start car, warn neighbour fuel is at 5%, pray that they have enough to gain enough charge to restart after refuelling.
Been feeling low and grumpy today. Positive emotions completely dulled while negative emotions seem to get an extra boost. But at least I cut short the work day on both ends today and had some wins at work.
My favourite auntie got into a bad and easily avoidable car accident (total write off, front looked completely mangled) thanks to her stupid idiot overconfident narcisssistic husband, who honestly should've been off the roads years ago. They're in WA so no way of easily going there. Instead here I am simmering in anger at that man (nobody likes him. Except my aunt who is a martyr). Thank fuck there were no injuries, maybe minor whiplash for my aunt.
At least I guess it means they'll get a new car with all the safety features but really the safest thing they can do is take the dickhead's licence away. I hope he'll voluntarily do it after this massive wake up call... small chance given his outsized ego but he's softened a bit over the years.
I have a neighbour who's a drummer. The marching band kind, not the death metal kind. I love hearing them practice. They're a couple of houses away I think and it's lovely and soft and rhythmic.
So effing cold and tired that I fell asleep with my oodie on under the covers and I didn't even sweat. Although, it's not been as cold as the previous nights
I know LJ is kind of a dinosaur of the internet these days, but there's still one or two I go back to read the updates... haven't been able to for the past week, always getting that "page did not respond" and it's hitting me in the feels. Mostly because I've had a shitty day, it's the first day of my period and I'm just... wah. Being whiny.
I decided against meatballs instead made stuffed capsicums so I asked google how long to put into the airfryer and she replied with "I don't know. Here's a link I found on the web" which I did not receive because it will go to the man's phone instead.
Yesterday I asked her how to whistle she replied "Some people say to close your lips and blow but it's hard to do without lips".
Cant tell if it was a dream, or if I really did hear mice in the roof last night. If it was real I've gotta say: they are late this year. Usually they come around May/June. God I hate the skittering sound when its on the plaster directly above your head.
No waves in the ocean tonight which makes it SCARY. Waves sort of force you to jump under and takes the mind off the shock. You're either cleaned up or not. When it's still, like glass, it is all on you to make the first move and if I remember my teenage years at house parties I was always too shy to do that.
Scrubbed window down with alcohol wipes. I’m going to use neat vinegar on the painted sill because I am not colour matching gloss paint to fix it if it goes gummy.
I have it open for a short time but this is a window where I can’t safely leave it or the blind open.
Just got curious and looked up an old train site I really liked - https://steam4me.net/. Unfortunately, it seems it's been taken down. The man who ran the site - Yuri Sos passed away last year. He'd organised for his family to keep the site running through donations until 2030 (with the site fully funded to 2026 as of 2021). Unfortunately, it seems something fell through and it didn't work out. It was shut down in March, apparently.
I was quite sad to hear of his passing, he had a large section of his website devoted to an old train sim from the early 2000s (Microsoft Train Simulator) which was run entirely out of passion, pretty much. AFAIK, it was also the largest host of Australian MSTS content still up. And even though it hasn't changed very much since the pre 2010s, and most other comparable websites that still exist have download limits, popup ads, and bandwith limitations, it didn't have any of that. It was, to quote the website, "where "stuff" just works, first time every time".
I downloaded a ton of assets and packs from there in 2021/22 because I was afraid it might suddenly vanish and be lost to time, like most other niche sites from the 90s, but it just kept running and running, and I was also worried it might overwhelm their servers. I actually looked it up today, because I wanted to try and crawl it and slowly log all of its links into a spreadsheet, then make sure everything was archived onto the Wayback Machine. Thankfully, it does seem that everything has been archived onto WM (although it'll obviously be subject to the wayback machine's lovely 40kbs-ish download speeds