Urgh. Sleep. I miss sleep.

Some bastard keeps phoning, leaving a hiss, and hanging up. 08451 420 057. They've been doing it for weeks. And if they never say a word, they will never ever ever ever ever get me to pick up the phone. And if they do get me to pick up the phone I cannot currently think of anything, at all, that would be worth waking me up and waking me up and waking me up for this long.

I know. First world problems. Boo hoo.

But I could do with some actual sleep and instead there's these stupid silent calls.

Also when the first call came this morning I leapt out of bed to get the phone and got a cramp and my leg hurt and it was owie and then it was this stupid silent phone again.

I need sleep, I need a brain, and I need to be able to block this stupid number before it rings me.

*grumpy*



Also today I have Victorian poetry to read and computer games to play. Maybe. IF the desktop computer ever stops saying Windows Update is updating and actually agrees the updates have happened.


ETA: I may or may not have got carried away with the spam deletion. If you left something flattering yet incoherent then it went in the spam can. Properly grammatically incoherent, with no names attached, not really passing for natural language. I get suspicious and make it go away.

My very interesting day

I did the reading for class tomorrow then tried to install computer games on the desktop computer. Actually read the licence on the game I first tried and it says one computer only. Don't know what would happen if I tried to use the key on two computers. Want the game to keep working. Gave up again and played on the netbook.

I'm playing Fate, because the free hours when I first got the netbook were interesting and I thought the pounds per hour cost had already been covered. You stop around dungeons and kill stuff. Then you kill a big boss, retire, pass your best magic item to a descendant, and stomp around killing stuff again. I am not yet tired of it. Stompy killing is working for me lately.

I think there are probably much much more interesting versions of this stomp and kill game. But I fear they'll make me travel sick like the Doctor Who games do. I keep trying to play those, because Doctor Who, but they keep making me feel very ill, because swoopy camera and changing points of view and urgh.

Fate just stomps around from a consistent angle, unless I fiddle with the wrong buttons, and I can live with that for much longer.


So, I retired a dude today and have another generation to start fishing for artefacts in lunch break at college tomorrow.

I could usefully be asleep already. But I realised I'd forgotten to eat. At all. So I ate soup.

I watched some TV while eating, as is my habit, but I've only got Doctor Who on the recorder box right now, so I started again at the start of the season. It's weird watching it right after the last episode. It's like on first viewing I was Amy but on second viewing I'm with River and want to slap him. Time traveller's eye view of the story. Neat writer trick.

Tomorrow we will spend four hours studying Goblin Market, a poem with irregular metre and rhyme that goes on about fruit and eating but tends to be read as being about sex, possibly because of mentioning sucking so much. Having read it I have no idea why that bit of it was in that Doctor Who episode. They don't exactly go together even if you turn one around and shake it. I think the poem is about drug addiction but what do I know, I only read it.

I really hope I get interested in something at college soon.