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Nov. 5th, 2003 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_there*hugs Celli*
Look what Celli sent me!
And she gave me more icon space! And she gave me more paid time! She rocks!
Okay, I'm still feeling a bit ratty from yesterday, so this is a whinge for it's own sake. It doesn't help that I had a drunken nap for an hour yesterday, but only slept for just under 5 hours last night.
Went to bed at 12.45pm, after Mum eventually stopped talking about the ex (as the on-again, off-again second hubby shall now be referred to). Woke up 3.45am, fell back asleep, woke up at 5.20am, couldn't get back to sleep. Got up to use the bathroom, Mum was up, but I said I was going back to sleep.
Well, Mum popped her head round the door at 6am, and was surprised I got up at that time. (Mind you, I ws still in bed. This is not "getting up".) I told her I didn't, I just never got back to sleep. Obviously, this is code for "I really want to spend the morning talking to you Mum". I hadn't realised this.
She got in the shower at 6am, I got up and checked my email. And had a little squeeing moment of seeing Celli's gift. Was going to send her a breif thank you note and then Mum comes in and gives me the guilt trip of what am I doing on the computer, and the least I could do is talk to her, blah blah blah.
Okay, I get it. I know that's she back down in Melbourne, she doesn't really have any friends here, she's trying to permanently break up with the ex, and she needs a bit of support. She has also spent the last 6 months in Canberra, spending lots of time with my Dad and brother, who do frequently just say hi, and then continue playing the PS2 or on the computer, effectively ignoring her. I get this. Really.
I also understand that when she's going on about all of the negativities about the ex, it's because she's reassuring herself of all the reasons it won't work. All the reasons why she shouldn't want to be with him, even if she's having a lonely moment. That's also fine.
However, I'm not a morning person at the best of times. After a day of drinking, with little sleep, is not the time I really want to sit around bitching with her about the ex. The reason she was so talkative was because she hadn't been able to sleep at all last night (she tends to lose sleep when stressed, and she slept really heavily for about three hours yesterday, so it screwed with her sleeping pattern), so she'd had 6 hours or so of thinking about this stuff.
What's annoyed me is the personal comments about me. I just... don't handle criticism well. (Urgh. The boss will be in five minutes, so I'll make this brief.) Commenbts this morning:
- Over-indulgence is bad for people. Don't I over-indulge with technology? Shouldn't I spend more time with the people in my life (ie. Mum) than on a computer?
- Don't I over-indulge with food? I need to exercise and lose some weight, otherwise in 10 years time when I'm in my 30s, I'm going to be monstrously overweight and disgusting.
- I'm embarrassing to be out with when drunk. I'm overly dramatic and won't stop going on about how drunk I am. If I'm in public, I should try to have more self-control because it's really unattractive. (You know what, Mum? When I say I'm really drunk and don't want another drink, you could just *not* buy me that next drink. Especially as I said I *didn't* need it.)
Look what Celli sent me!
And she gave me more icon space! And she gave me more paid time! She rocks!
Okay, I'm still feeling a bit ratty from yesterday, so this is a whinge for it's own sake. It doesn't help that I had a drunken nap for an hour yesterday, but only slept for just under 5 hours last night.
Went to bed at 12.45pm, after Mum eventually stopped talking about the ex (as the on-again, off-again second hubby shall now be referred to). Woke up 3.45am, fell back asleep, woke up at 5.20am, couldn't get back to sleep. Got up to use the bathroom, Mum was up, but I said I was going back to sleep.
Well, Mum popped her head round the door at 6am, and was surprised I got up at that time. (Mind you, I ws still in bed. This is not "getting up".) I told her I didn't, I just never got back to sleep. Obviously, this is code for "I really want to spend the morning talking to you Mum". I hadn't realised this.
She got in the shower at 6am, I got up and checked my email. And had a little squeeing moment of seeing Celli's gift. Was going to send her a breif thank you note and then Mum comes in and gives me the guilt trip of what am I doing on the computer, and the least I could do is talk to her, blah blah blah.
Okay, I get it. I know that's she back down in Melbourne, she doesn't really have any friends here, she's trying to permanently break up with the ex, and she needs a bit of support. She has also spent the last 6 months in Canberra, spending lots of time with my Dad and brother, who do frequently just say hi, and then continue playing the PS2 or on the computer, effectively ignoring her. I get this. Really.
I also understand that when she's going on about all of the negativities about the ex, it's because she's reassuring herself of all the reasons it won't work. All the reasons why she shouldn't want to be with him, even if she's having a lonely moment. That's also fine.
However, I'm not a morning person at the best of times. After a day of drinking, with little sleep, is not the time I really want to sit around bitching with her about the ex. The reason she was so talkative was because she hadn't been able to sleep at all last night (she tends to lose sleep when stressed, and she slept really heavily for about three hours yesterday, so it screwed with her sleeping pattern), so she'd had 6 hours or so of thinking about this stuff.
What's annoyed me is the personal comments about me. I just... don't handle criticism well. (Urgh. The boss will be in five minutes, so I'll make this brief.) Commenbts this morning:
- Over-indulgence is bad for people. Don't I over-indulge with technology? Shouldn't I spend more time with the people in my life (ie. Mum) than on a computer?
- Don't I over-indulge with food? I need to exercise and lose some weight, otherwise in 10 years time when I'm in my 30s, I'm going to be monstrously overweight and disgusting.
- I'm embarrassing to be out with when drunk. I'm overly dramatic and won't stop going on about how drunk I am. If I'm in public, I should try to have more self-control because it's really unattractive. (You know what, Mum? When I say I'm really drunk and don't want another drink, you could just *not* buy me that next drink. Especially as I said I *didn't* need it.)
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Date: 2003-11-04 02:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-04 02:50 pm (UTC)It's the fun of being an LJ friend, isn't it? You always get the emotional diatribes right at the moment when the person is feeling their worst. If it was real-life, I'd probably shut-up, or mention it breifly. Instead, you get to hear the full-length rant.
Still, I love the new icon (Woo! Par-tay!) and the extra icon spaces and LJ time! I'm serious about the thank-you gift, missy. Name it, and it's yours. (I just can't promise that it'll be any time soon...)
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Date: 2003-11-10 06:53 pm (UTC)I'm serious about the thank-you gift, missy. Name it, and it's yours. (I just can't promise that it'll be any time soon...)
Ooooooh. *rubs hands together* fic? Sports Night? *hopeful look*
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Date: 2003-11-10 07:52 pm (UTC)Anything more specific?
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Date: 2003-11-10 09:29 pm (UTC)