Prick

Well, it’s not even 10am and I’m already making a curry. Crazy days. At least it’s more than I could manage yesterday, as I was in bed for most of the day with side-effects from my vaccination. The negative feelings didn’t properly hit me until, possibly, about first light; then my arm (the entry point) started to hurt, then I felt achy all over and rather drowsy. I could barely move until 3pm, which is when I finally managed to drag myself out of bed. I pretty much sat motionless gaming until 11pm. I’m mostly fine now though, however there is still a little tenderness in my arm. When I go back for my second jab, I’ll definitely have them do it in my left arm. It really was hard doing things.

Not that, you naughty person!

Anyway, I’d already cancelled one appointment, as I’ve been so nervous (and drunk) that I just couldn’t cope with such a strange situation. Which it was. There was a signing-in tent outside the building, where you were asked a few questions before going into the actual medical practice. It must have been a major vaccination hub in the city, as there were loads of people queuing up. I was relieved to find all the staff to be super-helpful, especially with me being visually impaired. I’m actually tempted to email the practice (which isn’t my usual one) to thank them for their help. I dunno. I’ll have a think.

I just poured the contents of a teabag into the curry, just to experiment. Apparently that’s something you can do. I’ve tried fresh coffee before, but not tea. Oh and I emptied a can of premium American IPA in there too. Pretty sure this is going to be the most expensive curry ever. I genuinely think it’d be cheaper to order a takeaway. Hey-ho.

I’ve just put an Amazon order in [that started like the last sentence, sorry] for a few DVDs. I thought I’d reward myself for getting my vaccination done. I bought the first five seasons boxset of The Walking Dead, as my gaming buddy has been raving about it recently. I thought it’d be nice for us to have something more to talk about. I’ve managed to get him into Arrested Development, which warms my heart. I decided on only the 1-5 set as, well, the history of long-running TV shows doesn’t bode well for anything after that. I’ve still not seen a single episode to date.

It’s definitely gone cold again. Someone asked me, while I was waiting to get my jab, why I wasn’t wearing more. I put it down to my Canadian heritage. I’m just a daddy-bear by biology. The air’s nice and fresh, which is perfect for if you haven’t slept great. I’m not sure where my sleep pattern is right now. I feel like I can make it to this evening though, so hopefully things will be back on track after that.

I’ve started planning the writing project I mentioned in my last post. I don’t know where or when to set it but, like most of my creative writing, I’m not a fan of the modern age. I either prefer historical or futuristic settings. Not in terms of reading, but writing. I feel like one is too constrained by current affairs to truly write freely about the third decade of the twenty-first century.

It’s a significant birthday of a “real life” friend soon. She’s the one who rang me up that time to tell me my ex had attempted suicide. Anyway, I’ve got her new address and the date but, by golly, I have no idea what to buy her. This has sort of shed a light on how little I really know her. I know she’s into stuff, but I think that, when we usually meet up as a threesome, my ex just asks her about work, and that’s it. Work, work, work. I usually tune out when that stuff is raised. I haven’t worked in twelve years, so I can very rarely contribute to the conversation. I just try to sit there looking pretty.

Speaking of which, hopefully we’ll be able to do a combined belated birthday bash, once the pubs are open properly in May. I can’t wait. After last week’s disastrous solo binge session, I know I’ll definitely not drink again until I can do it in public where I can embarrass myself properly. That’s why I’m pouring expensive cans of beer into a curry this morning.

I’m watching The Mysterious Cities of Gold in bed at the moment, and I’ve got Ulysses 31 to one side ready for once Cities of Gold is finished. I added Thundercats to my Amazon order, which I’ve genuinely not seen since my age was in single digits. I’ve heard it doesn’t stand the test of time, but what does. MASK seemed fine when I started watching that again a couple of years ago. Why I didn’t finish it, I have no idea. Oh well, it just means I’ll have plenty to be getting on with.

Well, I best go stir the curry and continue the good fight.

I hope you are all keeping well.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!