Uggghhhh dying...

[flyboy_fox]

Ugh. Today was a frustrating day for deliveries.

I was supposed to be receiving that Gyrocopter and the cross-trainer machine today. Neither arrived.

The cross-trainer was particularly frustrating. I was up until 9am last night/morning cleaning up the apartment so I'd have room to put it. I was woken in the early afternoon by the door buzzer. Aha! Delivery! So, I go to the door and instead of a large box, the guy has a tiny little packet for me. Confused, I sign for it anyway, thinking it must be something else that I ordered a while back. I open it up and it's the fricking batteries for the cross-trainer's display. I was woken to sign for a packet of 4 AA batteries. Urgh. So, I call up Argos and they tell me that the cross-trainer itself is delayed until Monday. Why they decided to ship the batteries separately and have me sign for them I DO NOT KNOW. This is made worse by the fact that I paid £3 extra to have them deliver on Saturday so that I could get started right away to give me a good distraction from sitting and drinking. Lame, Argos, LAME.

Then the Gyrocopter... They assured me I'd have it before Sunday. Promise fail. What if I actually DID intend to give it to my dad for Fathers' Day, huh? :P

Aaanyway. Yeah. Disappointing :\

I was doing okay this evening and then suddenly, out of nowhere, I started feeling really ill ^^; Shivering and shaking, dizzy, headache, stomach ache, and feeling sick. I'm not surprised. I have been treating my body like shit lately. Let's see:

- Drinking every night to the point of inebriation
- Drinking practically no water
- Eating only one meal a day, and the same thing each time with no variation
- Staying up 'til past 4am every night, sleeping all day 'til mid-afternoon/evening
- Not going outside or even opening the windows for air
- Spending 95% of my waking time at my computer

Seriously, the only surprising thing is that it took this long for my body to say "yo, fuck you!" and start hardcore complaining ^^; I feel a little better now that I've had some bread and some carrot and lentil soup.

I know, I know, why you still on kompyoota at past midnight, Jai? I'll get to bed soon. Jei and I worked out a 'schedule' earlier today to allow us both time off the computer and to factor in exercise and stuff. I'm going to force myself to do 30 minutes on the cross-trainer each day (in two 15 minute stretches), and one 15 minute floor exercise routine from this DVD Jei left with me. I think 10am is a good time to do it. Gives me time to get up, have a cup of tea and some breakfast, and start the day in style. I'm also going to walk more, starting with taking my CV into town and dropping it off wherever I can, as well as walking down to the Town Hall to enquire about housing benefits to help with rent while I'm (hopefully briefly) unemployed. Finally, I am going to do more stuff off-line. Like reading books. Used to read a lot, need to get back into it. I'm going to try to pick up some Asimov. I used to read him a lot. It's food for the mind.

I really do think I'll feel better if I do this. Living alone is no excuse to turn into a miserable and depressed hermit. I know I've made these promises to myself so many times... but I have actually splashed out on buying a cross-trainer machine, so I really can't afford to fuck it up this time.

Edit:



SHIRT WIN. I can has?

Comments

[sletia.livejournal.com]

Well, on my world, we were above the law. We were demigods.
But no, I'm happy feeding off the misery and anger at work and biding my time until I die and my soul heads back home. Think what you want about this.
(Also, I'm not in America.)

[creepylilcuss.livejournal.com]

Do what you like. I intend to find something in this life to amuse me beyond these petty trivialities. I hope you know how much it's killing "Tails" that we're talking like this. It's the only reason I would bother to respond. I've never felt so alive! For that, I must thank you.

[sletia.livejournal.com]

Why would it be killing him? He knows what I'm like.

[creepylilcuss.livejournal.com]

He's a liiittle sensitive. What can I say?