Why do I talk to my diary? I guess it's because I don't have anyone to talk about what I did and how I feel each day. By a small amount of irony, I have friends on the internet who I feel much more comfortable with and keen to talk to than I do in Canberra. I know I can never fully get out of my mind how my College friends are mostly ephemeral and perhaps that realization is a good one… that is, that being so different I will always be on the outer with them who are so normal…
My disk drive is not working at the moment which (along with a moderate degree of apathy) is why my diary has been slightly neglected. After spending most of my day at work staring at a computer, I'm in very little mood to stare at a different monitor at home.
I have done little else this week apart from work on my thesis, mostly the Introductory Chapter (Chapter 1). On the weekend I didn't do much at all, except for the usual Sunday archery and armouring duo. Monday there was costuming, and by coincidence I was "gothed up" again. This went down well at the DX household where Ruth had given into the "charms" of Robbie after 18 month, leaving me as the only girl not to have slept with one of the bois, a vow of abstinence I am happy to keep. Alas however I did not get any work done and wasn't happy about it.
I'm still looking at jobs in North America, and turning up a few. I really need to work on my Resume, but as per usual I'm suffering from procrastination. One in Hawaii which I doubt I'll get, and another at Texas Christian University which I laughed when I saw it…
The days are just flying by, it's almost the end of June and therefore almost the end of my official flow of money. There is a real log-jam getting stuff back from my supervisor, and I expect this to continue until about the second week of July when he gets back from the Brisbane conference. Hopefully by them we will have disposed with the visiting US academic, the other Ph.D. student and other stuff which is making it difficult to get corrected pieces of thesis and journal articles back from him.