Minor doldrums

Yesterday's miseries turned out to be Weather. Not only Weather, but enough Weather so I went to bed a little later than the last few nights, wondering what was wrong. More like rain on top of the last two months than just rain itself.

Today is largely dentist and meetings (even though I've already given my excuses for the meeting I most wanted to attend). To help myself get through this, I've done a list of the projects that need to be done by Aurealis weekend. The list may only be 12 items long, but all of those items are hefty. I think the smallest involves reading 6 books. If I can cross everything off *this* little list, then all that lost time will have been rediscovered. Until yesterday, however, I was so far behind I didn't dare make a list! So things are better, even though today is not going to be one where I make much progress.

I'm back to normal food after a few weeks of everything being off-kilter in that regard. It'll take about a week before my body stops hurting from eating the diet of other people, and until then I shall complain (because I can).

When I get bored (or want to procrastinate) I make lists of things I need to buy with the insurance gift card. If I can spend an hour with my insurance gift card in Sydney, I will have more choices. And the shop in question is only three giant blocks from my publisher, so if my bus is very early or if I leave for Five Dock a bit later, I can do it. All I need to do is remember my lists! Also, that any suit I buy (for a suit was stolen and I need one) has to be able to fit me at various sizes, since I change shape significantly without notice.

I really hate shopping for clothes, so yes, sorting the clothes part of the burglary is not something I will enjoy. It must be done, however, and when it is, I shall be much happier. I'm happy to have company, if someone feels like shopping in downtown Sydney on a particular afternoon, or in Canberra at a time of mutual convenience.

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Irrelevant post script:

I've noticed that two (possibly three) quite different groups of people describe opinions and thoughts to cover my internal processes. Since these two (possibly three) quite different groups of people don't actually check to see if they're right, over time these opinions and thoughts drift like continents until they're populated by their own native wildlife and the person they have in mind isn't me at all. The moral of my day is therefore to actually check with the person when someone says "They did this because..." It may be true, but with two (possibly three) groups of people in my life, it patently isn't for some cases of the "Gillian did this" as well as some cases of "Because...". If it's not true for me, then it's probably not true for other people.

What's a bit frustrating is that the gently drifting Gillian (who becomes increasingly imaginary) has more thoughts attributed to her than the real Gillian. She's not as nice a person as the real Gillian, but she's a lot more interesting.

In one instance- the one that brought this odd phenomenon to my attention, the drifting Gillian is wildly macchiavellian. Yes, those of you who know me well may stop laughing now. For those who don't know me so well, I don't play those sort of games because they're a waste of time and have too much potential to hurt. Given a choice between Macchiavelli and Guicciardini, in fact, I'd far rather read Guicciardini - in other words, I don't even enjoy reading Machiavelli. At least it means that if you ever hear someone impute wildly macchiavellian motives to anything I do, you know that they trust firmly in the Gillian-of-the-continental-drift and don't actually know me as well as they think. That's something, I guess.

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Tonight my mirror is exciting. Tonight any mirror is exciting. This is because all the anaesthetic pumped into me today has compounded with the remnants of the many doses last week and my face is completely lopsided. I want to claim I'm Frankenstein's monster, but alas, I'm not pretty enough.

The good news is that so far five teeth have been done (three days of hard work by my rather wonderful dentist) and two of them would have been crisis teeth in the very near future and the others not long after. Now I get a few weeks break before the last two days of teething happen. This is mostly because I'm reacting to everything rather spectacularly. It's not dangerous at all, but it looks amazing. I drool, I can't smile straight and all this on top of teeth that now actually work, or will do so as soon as the cement is properly fixed. (Tomorrow dinner!)

With all of this glamour, I'm not game to go to the CSFG meeting. I only did an hour's work today, for most of it was spent at the dentist, so tonight I shall catch up with my catch up.

For a little, however, I plan to contemplate how very nice everyone at the dental practice are. Two and two-thirds days in the chair and my respect for them is higher than before. Also, they fed me cake and coffee for lunch.

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Now I'm grumpy, for no good reason. Possibly good reason. Possibly also I'm a bit tired. 9-5 is a bit of an endurance test when a lot of it is spent being drilled.

A giant cuppa will either kill or cure my grumptitude. Would anyone like to join me?

(And tomorrow will have to do for news of postcards, for I am cruel as well as grumpy. The seven dwarves Walt Disney should have designed: cruel, angry, toothy, lazy, greedy, somnolent and foul-mouthed.)