Phew… just tidied up my inbox by deleting a lot of fluff and replying to quite a few people. Thankfully that is one domestic task out of the way, pity I didn't get the rest of them done this weekend though.
I'm just updating my diary, so I figured I should kick start this one and get it out of the way.
Saturday was nice, I woke up and since I hadn't shaved it took me forever to get myself together. But once I did, I was in one of those wonderful "zingy" euphoric type of moods. Seeing myself in the mirror usually triggers it, and then I'm usually bouncy until I get seriously out of energy. I did very little except go and do some shopping, drop by the lab and set up a reaction and then come home.
Sunday I went into the city after waking up very late (~12:30 pm *blush*) and I went to Essen for a Mango smoothie and read a book, and after that some shopping and then home. I bought a game, and although it took a serious chunk of out my severely depleted hard-drive, it was fun and kept me occupied. Whilst waiting to pay in Essen, I bumped into Nikki's Ex Rachel. This was weird, and compounded by the fact I could have sworn I saw an old summer scholar working in the kitchen there. As I walked outside it happened again when I could have sworn I saw Peta B. It was so weird I walked past again, but her hair wasn't so blonde, and I didn't recall Peta saying she was coming up to Canberra so went on my way.
Mum rang and so I had a chat with her and Dad, but it was short because there was so little happening. I took he car for a drive around Campus just to make sure it would work if I needed it since I'm not expecting to use it for quite a while.
Oh! And on Saturday night, I got a phone call from Red! It was quick, but she said hello and it was weird with the time delay in effect, but it was so nice to hear from her. :)
Ok, I really don't know how I'm going to get my groove back, but I need to force myself. Maybe if these damn starting materials would arrive… *sigh whatever.
Ok, I'd better finish here before I get any fluffier. I don't feel too bad about what I write, I wish I could get all deep and meaningful like some people do, but writing is (almost daily) therapy for me, and even if I haven't done anything interesting, I find it helpful, and in the end it's only done for myself.