It's oh so quiet...shhhh...shhh

It appears that some readers think I've been far too quiet of late, and I guess they're right. Then again, when my life closely resembles that of my hamster, I bore me at the best of times, never mind anyone else.

I feel that people would rather a few days of quiet, rather than being bored to death.
Personally, I like reading about the normal, everyday things that other people get up to in other countries, so perhaps I'm not entirely yawn-worthy all the time. Paranoia gets the better of me at times.



SnB was on Wednesday. We had a new venue, which worked fine, even if it was the smallest turnout ever. Durn college expecting people to get their theses (thesuses sounds more fun in my head lol) done by deadline and such. Still, we soldiered on bravely.



I felt a little underachieving, having failed to complete a scarf and another throw square like a certain someone. Ahem.

Still, it was a great laugh. The sock was named Supah Mario Sock, due to the resemblance of the sock striping to the colours of the infamous platform game.

The sock enjoyed a mojito. Well, it was payday...






The sock enjoyed the view from the hospital window...

...then deemed the lack of air conditioning intolerable and demanded to be taken outside.



As soon as the sun came out, of course.


I have a feeling that this sock is going to be rather demanding.

The doctor that my father is under at the moment is a highly intelligent moron. Degrees coming out the wazoo, and yet is more willing to say "we don't know how brain damaged he'll be" instead of admitting "I don't know what's going on, as I don't have any frame of reference".
My dad is not brain damaged in the slightest. He had a drug reaction last week, that made him think that our cat was sitting on the end of his bed, but that's about it. (As things to hallucinate about go, I'll admit that was both cute and rather funny!)

Then again, maybe he is. Personally, I don't know of any brain damaged person that can have a discussion on car manufacturing, and follow it up with explaining to me about the sillica content of sand used in glassmaking. Yeah, he's a vegetable alright....

He has, poor dear, picked up the nastiest chest infection in world history in this place. They, naturally, are going with the cover-your-ass method, and insist that he came from Cork with it. Do chest infections really take 3 weeks to manifest symptoms? Do you not think the slight lack of basic hygiene shown by some of your staffers might possibly have something to do with it?

Argh.

.......enough rantage.
I just find things massively frustrating at times.

So what do I do?


I knit.