Well.
Firstly, it's important to inform you that I have developed a bad habit of saying "well" as my space-filling word. And when I say "saying" I really mean typing. When chatting with folks online, in basically any context, I find myself using "well" pretty much indiscriminately. It's a bad, lazy thing to do, and I need to break myself of this habit.
I'm supposed to be working, but I've become kind of lost without any real documentation to follow. So I've wandered over here for the first time in... months. Partly because any kind of writing at all keeps my writing brain working, and I need to keep my writing brain working.
So what have I been up to?
Fun stuff first:
On the weekend, I went along to the Victorian Barista Championships. Mainly to cheer along Mark :) But had lots of fun there:
http://coffeesnobs.com.au/YaBB.pl?num=1225714987/6http://thelows.org/09VicBarChamp/It was nice to explore Docklands a little too, as I've never been there before, and it was a nice-ish day, if rather windy/cool. And the fish and chips shop there was SO slow, I had a major panic attack thinking I was going to miss Mark's performance. But phew, I didn't.
Crap stuff:
Erg. I've had a toothache for about a week, and kept ignoring it. Well, taking panadol a bit, and ignoring it. Except it kept getting worse and worse... by Sunday I was in a lot of pain and panadol wasn't helping, so I stayed home Monday and booked myself into the dentist. [I think my dentist is pretty good. He's thorough and attentive. He doesn't treat me like I'm an idiot, which always wins points. (If there were points.)] He tapped around trying to work out which tooth it was (I couldn't tell, it just HURT), tapping teeth with a metal implement"does this hurt? Does THIS hurt?" Then I did a series of bitey tests, "Bite down on this, now here, now here...." OW!
Well we worked out which tooth it was, and that it was in trouble. Definitely a fracture in there somewhere, maybe infected, maybe the nerve dying, all of which is bad. And hurties. So to lessen the load on the tooth, he ground down a few spots, which hurt a LOT with no needle, but he was as attentive as usual and was as kind as he could be I guess. Still. Ow.
So here I am, back at work: lots of antibiotics, still hurting, still taking panadol, having my boss tell me I needed to go to the dentist because I drink too much coffee. (Seriously, I drink two coffees a day - I just stared at her till she walked away.) So still feeling like crap, generally.
It's hard to write when you feel like this. That is: to write complicated, considered things. Rather than rabbiting on like this is. :) But I have a user manual to write (as always) and a job app to write (which is hideously difficult under any circumstances). And I guess I'll do both. Eventually.
Sigh.
I've sold a pair of earrings to an Adelaide bloke for his girlfriend, I'm hoping that more gamer geeks like me see them and like them. :) I've made a load more since this photo. I went into a space invader frenzy.
