Watercooler Sub Zero: Ice Capades

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

::big happy rush::

Followed by crippling shame again a few minutes later.

Everyone - keep safe and well and have a splendid time with loved ones over the holidays. Much love xx

I took a 50 question test. I seemed to select the middle button mainly, I couldn't decide. You may well have more personality than me ed.

My boss got me a box of chocolates! Now I feel bad because I didn't get her anything.

We're spending Christmas day at jill's mum's place. jill's mum is very nice and kind & stuff, but there's not much to do there. I was planning on watching loads of telly and drinking myself into a stupor, but last night I hit on the idea of taking down the zeit sequencer, a synthesiser module and a set of headphones, which sounds like a much better idea.

2006 was a bit crap (mainly lack of money/trade @ work), but nevertheless a fair bit better than 2005. Hopefully '07 will get better still.

(I may check my email once or twice in between, though.)

2006 was mostly OK. Some really good things happened. And very few really awful things happened. So on balance, it was OK.

2006 was shite. I'm in my third job of the year, I am more skint than I was last year, I am a stupid idiot for thinking packing in a really well-paid job on a point of principle was a good idea (the principle was sound, but I didn't really take time to examine my future options and I think I'm kind of screwed now). On the other hand, my family, friends and loved ones are all fit and healthy and well and I haven't had any big personal cock-ups in my life outside of work (ended 2005 convinced I didn't have any friends in the world - was proved very wrong by a pleasantly sociable 2006), so I can't really complain.

I'm going away tomorrow lunchtime and won't be back until Wednesday or Thursday night.

Okay, now having to rush to the loo every half an hour. I hate being ill.

Ugh, JB, that sounds awful. The most horrible part of gastric flu isn't the vomitting, it's when it comes out the other end.

Music out loud in an office environment is enough to make me quit a job.

Plans for 2007:
play live more, incl solo electronic music improv
obtain & start learning to play cittern
clear out all surplus music gear
release CD in some form

Write and record around an albums worth of new songs that actually are worth writing! (in conjunction with a friend who's suddenly interested in home production but does not write songs)

Write a sitcom (possibly for radio), a preview of which exists on old ILX.

Get paid more.

Get a job

How does one explain to a person - especially a person who also claims to be an introvert - that hell really *is* other people at breakfast. And conversation beyond grunting and "please pass the milk" really is NOT welcome before I've had my tea.

Especially when I'm in a rush to get out the door to get to work, and really not in a mood to talk about global warming or the Archbishop or whatever.

Then again, I suppose she's on holiday and I'm not yet.

But honestly, even on holiday, I don't talk about anything before I've had some caffeine. She doesn't drink caffeine, either, so I guess she doesn't understand.

I will say something tonight.

Have a Happy Christmas all of you who will be offline for a while(and those who wont be of course too)

It worked perfectly for nearly 4 years!

Kerr, I can't download it. I will try again now and see if it's less busy.

Thing is, living with actual *strangers* isn't so bad because there's no pressure to communicate or anything. It's when you live with people who expect you to, you know, be friendly and talk to them and crap when all you want to do is crawl off to bed with a Chinese takeaway and a Jane Austen film, that's what's annoying.

Several years later, she's nothing like that and it seems she has changed in this respect.

Having kids that need rousing/cheering probably helps.

But let's not drag all that up again. :-(

Keep a job

(xpost)

Maybe that says more about my taste in men or whatever, but it's not for me.

Oh, and similar complaints from the last housemate, as well. I'm hard to live with, I know that. I can count on the fingers of one hand people I've lived with that I'd live with again. The chances of my finding *any* partner ever are remote enough - the chances of finding a partner I could actually live with?

It makes me less upset and angry and depressed just not to think about it or beat myself up over it or worry about it. Not wanting is better than wanting and not having.