Vital statistics...
No, not those ones... some boring cycling stats for you, since I was having a look at my cycling computer today.
In five years, I've done just over 8000 kms on the bike. From Melbourne to the very tip of the Cape York Peninsula, and back again - the whole east coast of Australia, twice. Not really comprable to a car, I know, but when you consider that's me, my legs and my effort and all, riding at least once a day, through summer and winter... I feel kinda proud of myself. :)
I wonder how soon I can get it up to 10,000?
Not a whole lot else to say - I still haven't heard from Melbourne about rescheduling this interview for some time that allows me to catch the train back to Wodonga and so be able to work the next day. *humphs* Hopefully there'll be a message on the message bank when I log off. I'm going to catch the 6.48 am train down and the 5.10 pm back - the interview's at four. Not a problem if they're on time and the process doesn't take long, but I'm stuffed if it does: there is another train at 8.30pm, but it doesn't get back here until past midnight. Not something I want to be doing if I can help it.
Nice long talk to Raph on the phone last night - another three hours. *grins* Of course, I copped flack from BRM when I got off the phone - I wasn't even paying this time! And I've told him to let me know if he needs the phone - he had Greta there last night, so it's not like I was interrupting anything. Prick. Of course, all the good feelings I got from talking to Raph evaporated after that.
I've been feeling... flat, I guess is the best word. Not depressed exactly, but not happy either. Just... flat. Marking time until AusCon, until Christmas, until next year and moving back to Melbourne, until next July and the London trip and Dexcon and possibly my other Plan. Needing to talk to people, but sick of phoning them first; no, that's not fair, Mel rings me, as does Raph. And long distance is pricey. International even more so. But as I said to Raph last night, it gets so fucking lonely, late at night when BRM's out or in a shitty mood, and it's just me and the computer or the phone, and I get hassled for tying the line up for too long anyway... And I remember how good it felt to have people around to talk to at Dexcon, and how if I needed a hug there was always someone to oblige, even without my asking, and...
... And I start being pathetic. Like now.
I'm sorry, I just can't seem to find the energy to be chatty and amusing and perceptive today. I tried, but it's just not there. I'll spare you the angst of another whinge, and leave you to more cheerful journals.
In five years, I've done just over 8000 kms on the bike. From Melbourne to the very tip of the Cape York Peninsula, and back again - the whole east coast of Australia, twice. Not really comprable to a car, I know, but when you consider that's me, my legs and my effort and all, riding at least once a day, through summer and winter... I feel kinda proud of myself. :)
I wonder how soon I can get it up to 10,000?
Not a whole lot else to say - I still haven't heard from Melbourne about rescheduling this interview for some time that allows me to catch the train back to Wodonga and so be able to work the next day. *humphs* Hopefully there'll be a message on the message bank when I log off. I'm going to catch the 6.48 am train down and the 5.10 pm back - the interview's at four. Not a problem if they're on time and the process doesn't take long, but I'm stuffed if it does: there is another train at 8.30pm, but it doesn't get back here until past midnight. Not something I want to be doing if I can help it.
Nice long talk to Raph on the phone last night - another three hours. *grins* Of course, I copped flack from BRM when I got off the phone - I wasn't even paying this time! And I've told him to let me know if he needs the phone - he had Greta there last night, so it's not like I was interrupting anything. Prick. Of course, all the good feelings I got from talking to Raph evaporated after that.
I've been feeling... flat, I guess is the best word. Not depressed exactly, but not happy either. Just... flat. Marking time until AusCon, until Christmas, until next year and moving back to Melbourne, until next July and the London trip and Dexcon and possibly my other Plan. Needing to talk to people, but sick of phoning them first; no, that's not fair, Mel rings me, as does Raph. And long distance is pricey. International even more so. But as I said to Raph last night, it gets so fucking lonely, late at night when BRM's out or in a shitty mood, and it's just me and the computer or the phone, and I get hassled for tying the line up for too long anyway... And I remember how good it felt to have people around to talk to at Dexcon, and how if I needed a hug there was always someone to oblige, even without my asking, and...
... And I start being pathetic. Like now.
I'm sorry, I just can't seem to find the energy to be chatty and amusing and perceptive today. I tried, but it's just not there. I'll spare you the angst of another whinge, and leave you to more cheerful journals.
