Meaningless, meaningless

Back in Sheffield. Was feeling quite glum last night, what with not having any friends here and having seen all the astro people and all the juggling people far too briefly. Better today though -- I've been reminding myself how fun it is to be a geek by installing ubuntu. And I've made rice pudding in the slow cooker my mum got me for Christmas. And done lots and lots of laundry.

I've been thinking about death a lot recently. I don't like living on my own, it makes me think about dying alone.  And there's no one to distract me from thinking about it.  I don't think you can gain a lot from thinking about dying.  No one wants to, everyone has to -- that's about as far as you can get.

I'm not good in the winter, that's for sure.  My brain doesn't work properly as soon as darkness falls.  I wish I could hibernate.

I think I either want a flatmate or want to move into a shared house.  But then it's really nice when Tom comes up and we have the flat to ourselves.  And it's nice not having to look at other people's washing up (or lack of).  Maybe I could buy a house and have a lodger, then they'd have no choice but to submit to my control freakery.  And I'd have a house.  Though given how hard I find choosing even trivial things, the prospect of house hunting is terrifying.

Working tomorrow.  After a brief period of job-loving, I'm now back into job-hating mode.  I need intellectual stimulation!  Is that too much to ask when you work for Government?

Bah, humbug. 

Yet again I managed to type a whole post and then lost it in the uploading.  Waaaaaaa!

Please can you text me and identify yourself so that I can store your number in my shiny new phone.  I had them all stored in the memory of my old phone instead of the SIM.

There was more to say, but I'm sulking now.  *pout*  

Yay!  New toy!