If he was any further in the closet, he'd be in Narnia

A bone-deep weariness is seeping into my soul. I find myself more and more cocooned in my room, safe in bed and fictional worlds. So easy to be happy here, to forget to live. My peace is always shattered by the return of the parentals. It’s probably good though, that they’re here, I’d so easily become a hermit if left to my own devices. But it doesn’t make their constant presence and hovering in my door any less annoying. They recognise the slight change in behaviour for what it is, but after all these years, they still don’t know how to deal with it. They’ve never firmly grasped the concept of leaving me alone.

Here’s a scary thought, my dad has been offered a job in a different area which means he will now be working some horrific shift that starts at 6am to 6pm for two days, then 6pm to 6am for the next two, and THEN he has five days off. Count them, five. I am going to go insane. The 6pm to 6am shift is bad enough – he gets extremely grumpy when he works nights mostly cause he has difficulty sleeping during the day. Since I only work four hours a day, this means I am either going to have to limit my activities at home or not be home at all. The five days off…that’s just too daunting to even contemplate. For the first few days he’ll be grumpy as all hell due to sleep deprevation (he really doesn’t handle it well) and the rest of the time he is going to be bored out of his mind (he can’t ever sit still), all of which leads right back to me. So in short, we are going to kill each other. I swear. Mum of course doesn’t understand the level of my woe because I see him way more than she does – which is just not fair. She married him! I just live here. Anyway, this crazy madness starts next month. Bah, I say. Just. Bah. I don’t even know why they need anyone to work between 6pm and 6am…the bloody airport isn’t even open 24 hours. The plane isn't going to go anywhere. Sigh.

His being home more will mean I wont be able to spend my days like I spent this very morning – crawling out of bed at 11 only to collapse on the couch to watch David Tennant’s video diaries from Season 3. Which to me is an entirely acceptable way to spend a morning – David is such a loveable loon. Honestly. Making “ye olde” comments and pontificating on the Face of Boe’s difficulty finding other acting jobs…I just love it when I find other people exhibiting the same level of nuttiness I regularly do. At one point there were bits from the Doctor Who special of 'The Weakest Link' where John shows up with a bazillion shirts to choose from, and David’s all “Are you gay, John?” to which John responds with something along the lines of ‘Shh it’s a secret. Nobody knows.’ Like I said, loons. Although I have to agree with Catherine/Billie/David that John always looks good on camera…it really isn’t fair.

These Channel 10 ads for 'Life on Mars' are really starting to get on my nerves. I really wouldn't mind them (I do love a bit of Bowie after all) if it wasn't the US version. I want the UK version damn it! Why not show us that one, huh, huh? It was first after all AND it has John Simm in it! See, if The Master was in charge I wouldn't have to put up with this nonsense *huffs* Why even make a US version in the first place? The inner workings of television broadcasters are really baffling some times.

Don't blame me, I voted for Saxon.

I really need to start writing again. More specifically, writing for Soliloquy. I’m beginning to feel overwhelmed again, just by the sheer scope of the project, but this always happens before I start a new year. Exactly a month and two days till I have to drag myself off to class again…a culture subject too, joy. No, no. We’re being optimisitc about furthering my education and justifying another year doing nothing. So, as the Jack London quote says, you can’t wait for inspiration to strike, you have to go after it with a club.

But I’ll do that tomorrow, right now, I’ve got a date with a certain Doctor.

[Another quote I was debating including was Kafka – “A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die” – which really explains all those suicidal urges while writing Culture & Poetics essays last year *snort*]

Question of the day: How did people live without google and wikipedia?

Music: I wish I had an evil twin - The Magentic Fields
Mood: Cranky