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Still watching Buffy
still liking it
still running out of spoons long before bed time so the writing up of my observations is somewhat lacking.

Mum visited briefly this afternoon. I'd just got out the bath and had my bathrobe on and she knocked and wanted to be let in 'urgent' because it turned out there were police in the hall telling her to get out the way. So. That was unusual.
... actually the police are pretty usual.
and it was take away day so mum visits on Fridays a lot.
She was a bit before the take away opened today, and she just stayed long enough to complain about all her friends. I told her the talking noises were turning into blah blah noise because I'd been reading politics and my brain was full, but she thanked me for the warning and kept talking, so I can only assume she didn't really need to convey information as such. She left after I tried to talk dinosaurs and kept saying dragon instead and didn't notice until she repeated it back to me. Brain all done with today.

Take away day happened. Delivery food is the best. I always want to be more hungry though cause minimum orders are not best, they're the other thing, made of difficult.

I was thinking, because Buffy, what kind of paranormal or demonic whatsit could be my life and problems at the moment. Like with the zombies because you can't just bury things. Except my problems at the moment are more like an ongoing surfeit of nothing. Other people have active problems. I just have like that bit at the start of Labyrinth where there's no corners or turnings or nothing. Presumably there's possibilities I'm just not spotting, but practically, there's my life, ongoing, teh same, the same, the same.

So clearly it's like one of those Doctor Who monsters who feed off disrupted timelines, and there's a thing that's leeching my life so the future never quite gets here. Or like Angel when people gamble away their future and just stumble around empty and bleary. Nothing with more nothing on it.

I always feel guilty finding this a problem. Other people have problems that are definitely problems. I have ... my flat, and my life, and my same food every week, and my ongoing inability to leave the house to get my glasses tweaked or return my library books and swap them for unread ones. Tiny problems that I'm still not up to meeting. Ugh.

To represent the degree of difficulty in leaving the house there should probably be zombie hordes outside and, like, fire pits or swinging sharp pendulums whenever I need to cross the road. And everyone should talk in like latin, which I studied once but can't really speak even when I can puzzle out the meaning. I mean most days I can understand talk words but the days I can't, yeah, not awesome.

... I watch Buffy like I watch all TV, with the writing on and the sound almost always off. It's so much simpler that way. Writing words make much more sense more often.

Also today I tried to contact someone and they said their auto reply just got back to me to say they're out of the office until the 21st. So that's just handy.

When I use email to contact people, even people whose job is to help me with my disability, it doesn't always work out so good. Big things like the people who think what email is for is sending me their phone number, but also small things like this, where if you used the phone there would be a central number and a message system and someone would pick up, but if you use email you need to know someone's full name as spelled by the system or nobody at all will get the message, and if that person isn't there you're kind of stuffed.

Walls. Walls everywhere.

But hey, had a bath today, did the laundry, ran the dishwasher, had take away food. That's plenty.