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Day before I'm intending to go into the city and get the passport photos done and the cheque required to pay for my Canadadian visa? There's this... gah, I don't know what on my face. Could be a couple of really incredibly big zits, could be hives, I have no idea. Plus a coldsore doing its best to colonise. Damn stress reactions.
And the ironic thing? It's my hobby that's making me stressed. I need to find something else, that isn't time-specific so the shift work doesn't screw it up like escrima or tai chi would be.
Or hey, I could go to the Banff and have dinner with Phil and babble to him about the Firefly RPG. And politics. And working with dead people. And him learning Chinese. And moving to Canada and the need to escape ruts. Anything, in fact, except my stress-inducing hobby.
And the ironic thing? It's my hobby that's making me stressed. I need to find something else, that isn't time-specific so the shift work doesn't screw it up like escrima or tai chi would be.
Or hey, I could go to the Banff and have dinner with Phil and babble to him about the Firefly RPG. And politics. And working with dead people. And him learning Chinese. And moving to Canada and the need to escape ruts. Anything, in fact, except my stress-inducing hobby.
