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

and metal. but, oddly, not chainmail

the new, tiny metal double-skinned little cafetiere... its so... cool... looks really rather expensive one, and won't break, unlike the glass ones that I get and which, well, always break. was a good offer, about £50 or a bit under, reudced to less than twenty quid

there was, however, massive parcel confusion here today. --
even without trying, we get weird.

I got an E-mail saying my parcel had been delivered to Gary, at teh hairdressors.

at, seemingly the same moment; lodger got an E-mail sayuing his parcel was with /gary also.

turned otu was two parcels, and /gary had them both.

Well... gary... let me tell you... I could see your evil plan.... your fingers, moving moving inevitably to put them both up on /ebay..... ebay.... but... you'd not countered on one of the parcel's recipients, being a newly discovered superhero.... - chemoprincess

man.... poor Gary didn't stand a chance...

that jumper lodger's got though... ooo! such a soft matterial that was some silly cheap offer too I think...

In otter news.

there was an even... more exciting package/parcel arrive earlier on in th eday....

I knew what it was..... and lodger confirmed by teh various writing and marks on it etc, that it'd come over the channel from /sweden

that arrived quick.....

and three gifts inside for me oooo....... two of which, I shall try on, as soon as I've showered the other...... I'll...

not sure if 'try on' is the right word..... but that, anyhow, later on ... tonight... if I've teh energy

I'm a good boy me. sometimes.

chemo affects decided to kick in a bit more... overslept today, didn't wake until like 11! and... sort of couldn't or didn't dare move for quite some time... until I'd woken enough to quite determine which bits exactly were producing the pain.... even with all the cushions/teddys seemed mainly my side/back so maybe I just laid stupidly... well, and my legs... uncorperative... and fingers, hands and arms not exactly working as should
but once it all went synesthesic felt OK... well... sort of... ignorable kinda most of the time....
buckets of jasmine tea... duck eggs for lunch...

put the massive p pile of towels into wash, which I must fold/put away later.

Not really done much else all day... oh, a little tidying/cleaning in bedroom etc...

beautifying myself next, then I can try on the gifts then find food... must give the bedroom another sweep, get some more hair up Might do salmon tonight.... with sort of pasta salad... or... dunno... something like that I think... not had fish in ages

so unfair most female tops don't go up to a big enough chest size there's some fabulus sounding chainmail stuff I keep noticing and... hmmm... actually, think that'd annoy the nurses a bit, if they had to get through the chainmail to find the port in my chest tempting though....
err... now if only i could remember if I've already put the tea on to brew or not..... I think I did

aww finding more ways to tease the nurses
well as long as your having fun while you do it

of course... just wearing some of my.... err. not even chainmail... undergarments might slightly bermuse the nurses oh...... oh.... how can I not wear teh new.... item which arrived today to my next chemo taht's so gotta be done hmm... - I don't think I've got any embarasement left you see... not anymore and... its such a loverly matterial... and... hmmm... err... not entirely practicle perhaps to wear to chemo or a pet scan mind

Most of the nurses seem to think William and I are a hoot... well... we're a somewhat odd couple the best of times, and must appear moreso given the new 'setting' in the hospital - hence my consultant calling me a drama queen last time I was there... and setting all three of us into hysterical laughter or... indeed... teh laughter reported back to me, along withi virtual headshaking when W told the center sec about my going out to the pub a couple nights back when he was rescheduling my PET/chemo confusedupness

seriousness.... is so ... seriously overrated it helps keeps ones spirits going if nothing else.... - just coat it all in a large dollop of weird and surreal and stilly.... err... actually given how surreal weird and silly my life was up to this point, basically just didn't seem any other opton than to maintain it, and... then just turn up teh dial a few notches < run>

there is a dial?
and I thought it was something just innately 2legs
I must admit I would be disappointed if you somehow became less surreal

No one believes me, when I tell them.

until they get to discover it, for themselves, in RL, first hand;

in reality, I am actually the normal one in my family. shocking. but true. well. of course;
my definition of normal is not the same as everyone elses mind. I couldn't not sop undoing my not being entirely unlike something surreal, were I to not want to even contemplate doing so... its... build into my hardwired infastructure... a couple brain haemoridges, a possible stroke.... coma, cancer, b and... all the rest of it, hasn't come close to reaching taht deep in to the darkest recesses of my psychie yet... so I think the chances of it cahnging radically are pretty damn slim

right. time to go sort the flalnnels an teatowels... done the handtowels and bath towels laready....

and... then.... then the housework is at least vaguely up to date so many towels running out of space in the towel containment center... think I need to construct a new lcoation of towelness for storing them in