h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I've been out for a while, because of (I think) a genuine depression, and because other, more interesting and time-demanding things have been happening. I'm in an irritable, self- obsessed and unfocussed mood, so dismiss this if it comes off as raving...! In order to avoid a ticket I will attempt to resume writing responsibly.

The estate agents who administer our place have at last decided to inspect the property, after 14 months of me renting it. This decision was only made, however, on the basis of the car parked on the front lawn - which apparently goes against the terms of my lease, which terms I didn't know about. We have to move the dog and collect all the dog hair - which is a job fundamentally suited to the owner of the dog, but of which he's only doing the easy half. We have to cover up, or find a way to explain, the holes in the wall due to the kicking of the wall I've done in hypos past. We have to clean the place - which'll allow me an excuse to demand that it STAYS clean, at last. On balance, I suspect the inspection is a good thing, even if it does mean that we'll be kicked out of the house, which is the outcome I'd most like, in all honesty, because it would give me a good excuse to move, and because the flatmate would have real trouble finding somewhere else to live - and he richly deserves such a fate, in my opinion!

I've been scrambling to get courses in order to study to be a fitness instructor, and the Canberra Institute of Technology, who runs the bulk of the courses I want to do, has been very inefficient and disorganised about getting them rolling. On top of this, the money for said courses has to come from somewhere, and I'm really not sure at all how to pay for them. It's a frustrating time.

Finally, I've started having really weird dreams, on waking. This morning, for example, I dreamed that I was back in my old University college, setting up for a new semester. The people who were there included many of the College's ancillary staff along with their families, who'd for some reason been compelled to live in the College, along with the students, and for some reason many of the ancillary staff were people who I regularly associate with - in similar relationships - now, rather than people who I knew in those days. Possibly as a result of this, the College seemed more crowded than in the past, and storage space seemed much smaller. I did not see my actual room in my old building, either. The stairs from the bottom to the top of the building were burned and decaying. The dream was most weird because of the reaction it caused me, which I noticed when I woke up. My heart rate was up, my head was light and I felt disoriented. I am sure that this wasn't a blood sugar reaction, too, because the customary BSL test on waking was high enough to discount the possibility of a hypo. It was much like a reaction to a nightmare, in fact, but the dream didn't feel like a nightmare while I was having it, or at least what I remember a nightmare to be like. It's puzzling.

I'm labouring with a body that refuses to work properly in the cold weather which has suddenly reasserted itself in the last few days. My thighs refuse to warm up until I've already been working out for an hour, which means that I only really get to do light workouts until my thighs decide to behave again. It'll probably be my knees next. The weather, for all its sudden temperature drop, was actually quite pleasant until this morning - clear and sunny, if cold, for the last three or four days, and then cloudy today, just when the HDMBH had planned a long ride to Tidbinbilla. Ah well, I need the rest, I guess!

I still hope Sophie's having a good holiday, though.

Tidbinbilla???

But that's... (*remembers where Baggy's sad domicile looms then plucks random numbers out of the air and multiplies by 2 for the return journey*) an awful long way.

Hmm.

How to get thrown out of a house without losing the bond - now that's the hard bit. I think it's actually a demonstration sport in the Sydney Olympics. Along with long-distance yearning for possibly unattainable goddesses.

Go for Gold, BC! (Or for Golf!, even, as I wrote first try).

The 'how to get thrown out...' duathlon with 'long-distance yearning...' - a possibly multi-sport phenomenon. Versatility in performance is what we're always looking for, I say...!

Tidbinbilla is an awful long way, yes. I suspect that that's the idea - I'm looking forward to suffering for my sins, maybe. If I don't do that, I'm suffering without sinning, which as everyone knows is fundamentally unfun.

The weather hasn't improved, either...!

Hi.

I don't really have a lot to say, so I'll just say Hi.