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Just checking in, really
Mar. 16th, 2008 09:35 pmA great big nothing-much-to-report on this end I'm afraid. I appear to have weathered February surprisingly well - hardly a prang, let alone a full-blown crash, although I think I've been paying for it rather in the last few days. Nothing out of the ordinary though, just general meh-ness (which is a genuine psychological term, honest ;)) which I can cope with.
On a possibly related (to the lack of crashingness) note my time for a circuit of Sefton Park has, in the last 2 months, reduced from 30 minutes (all gaspy and burning lungedness) to a strenuous but relatively painless 24. Of course, at 12 I was regularly doing the school cross country course, which was a similar distance (about 2.5 miles) in 18 minutes or so. But then, I didn't drink or smoke then, and cross country was about the only sport I could stand, because it involved minimal social contact (especially with the sort of people who were good at sport :)).
And entirely unrelated: Tarek tells me that he's had a fair few text messages from my ex-flatmate recently. As he's more or less ignored or rebuffed any attempt I've made to stay in contact with him since he essentially evicted me, a couple of years ago, I've mostly succeeded in hardening my heart to the niggling worry (exacerbated by the occasional report from third parties) that he's been festering hermit-like in his flat, and that he'd one day be found hanging from the rafters. This being the case I was rather glad to be told by Tarek that he's currently chilling in India, having just finished an Oracle qualification, and, while he admits that he's been in a fairly bad way mentally for the last 2 or 3 years, he seems to be doing a good job of sorting himself out.
To be honest, our friendship was nothing but stress for me, at least latterly, and I've been a lot more happy and stable out of that situation, but I'm happy and relieved that he's on the way to getting himself out of the mess he was in.
And all else is much the same as ever. Easter offers me the choice of heading down to my Mother's, there to spend a weekend with my brother, his wife, their two children and Mum, in a house that can comfortably sleep 2 people; or having a nice relaxing long weekend at mine. Do I really need to say which I've decided on?
I'm seriously considering the possibility of a Smoke-wards jaunt the following weekend though, for Vagabonds, assuming![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
corone and lareinemisere are up for a visit of course. Whadya reckon ? :)
Bah, an hour of the weekend left before bed-time. Time for cocoa, methinks (hmmm, showing my age ...).
Have fun all xxx
On a possibly related (to the lack of crashingness) note my time for a circuit of Sefton Park has, in the last 2 months, reduced from 30 minutes (all gaspy and burning lungedness) to a strenuous but relatively painless 24. Of course, at 12 I was regularly doing the school cross country course, which was a similar distance (about 2.5 miles) in 18 minutes or so. But then, I didn't drink or smoke then, and cross country was about the only sport I could stand, because it involved minimal social contact (especially with the sort of people who were good at sport :)).
And entirely unrelated: Tarek tells me that he's had a fair few text messages from my ex-flatmate recently. As he's more or less ignored or rebuffed any attempt I've made to stay in contact with him since he essentially evicted me, a couple of years ago, I've mostly succeeded in hardening my heart to the niggling worry (exacerbated by the occasional report from third parties) that he's been festering hermit-like in his flat, and that he'd one day be found hanging from the rafters. This being the case I was rather glad to be told by Tarek that he's currently chilling in India, having just finished an Oracle qualification, and, while he admits that he's been in a fairly bad way mentally for the last 2 or 3 years, he seems to be doing a good job of sorting himself out.
To be honest, our friendship was nothing but stress for me, at least latterly, and I've been a lot more happy and stable out of that situation, but I'm happy and relieved that he's on the way to getting himself out of the mess he was in.
And all else is much the same as ever. Easter offers me the choice of heading down to my Mother's, there to spend a weekend with my brother, his wife, their two children and Mum, in a house that can comfortably sleep 2 people; or having a nice relaxing long weekend at mine. Do I really need to say which I've decided on?
I'm seriously considering the possibility of a Smoke-wards jaunt the following weekend though, for Vagabonds, assuming
corone and lareinemisere are up for a visit of course. Whadya reckon ? :)Bah, an hour of the weekend left before bed-time. Time for cocoa, methinks (hmmm, showing my age ...).
Have fun all xxx
