Lately my life has consisted of chemistry chemistry chemistry Pokemon Pokemon Pokemon. When I started to write this entry a couple of days ago, I wrote "Livejournal today is slower than a Slowpoke that's been Cotton Spore-d", which is probably incomprehensible to anyone who's a regular reader (oh, if I do know any adults who play Pokemon please will you come out of the closet now?!). Why am I obsessed with "a kids' game"? Probably because I am the sort of person who gets obsessed with games. I used to MUD, but gave it up because I didn't like role-playing (every character I ever had ended up as me, if I was an elf bard or centaur cleric). Then I got introduced to The Sims, and that became my addiction, only more so because I didn't have to role-play, I was just myself playing with high-tech dolls. Then I started trying to buy a house, and suddenly the Sims seemed less appealing. Pokemon, on the other hand... Well, I'd spent most of the summer (OK, most of the time I spent on public transport over the summer) playing a WAP game called Dino Island, and had successfully caught 40 out of 41 dinos and trained most of them up to high level. It had already occurred to me that Dino Island was a Pokemon rip-off, so when the Game Boy Advance SP came out, I decided to get one...
What I didn't realise before buying the actual game is how obsessive I am not only with simulated lifeforms, but also with collecting objects. After all, I was one of the only Sims players I knew of who was able to resist downloading every single user-created object imaginable. (No, I don't need another black coffee table - I already have 6!). It hadn't occurred to me that my need to collect all 500 gems on a Spyro the Dragon level or all 100 pieces of evil energy on Muppet Monster Adventure was in any way unusual. Not until I started playing a game where the stated main purpose is to collect one of every type of creature in it...
Now I have Pokemon Sapphire and Ruby (basically the same game, but with a couple of different Pokemon) for the GBA, Pokemon Channel and Colosseum for the GameCube, and I still don't have all the Pokemon in any of them! These are major timesinks, and occasional minor sources of stress. Must... Catch... Them... All... argh.
Lately my nose has been bleeding annoyingly. This is starting to get on my nerves.
Regular readers are probably aware that I Have Allergies (one of those links possibly not worksafe depending on your work). As a result of the "Perennial Rhinitis" (i.e. permanently runny nose) I have from dust mite I've been taking Beconase spray on prescription on and off for a number of years (like 14). As a result maybe of taking it for so long or a couple of accidental overdoses (I'm not sure which) I have apparently managed to bugger my nose up, to the extent that the nasal lining is all upset. After having a massive nosebleed on a bus the day before I was going to the US (it was only the third nosebleed I've ever had in my life - I think staggering off the bus, half-fainting on the pavement and vomiting over a complete stranger was a perfectly reasonable response under the circumstances) I stopped taking the Beconase and consulted my doctor. Who proceeded to give me a lecture about my weight, but that's another story. He agreed my nose was unhappy and gave me another spray, which doesn't do anything for allergies but might fix my nose. It doesn't seem to be working.
So now I have permanent snot of an unpleasant nature, with dried mucus and blood all over the insides of my nose all the time. And I'm spending all day sniffing and wiping my nose, and I swear complete strangers look at me like I'm a bloody cocaine addict. I have occasional nosebleeds, usually when I'm under stress, and I'm not sure whether they're caused by the upset nasal lining, the untreated allergies, or both.
Did I already mention that I seem to be allergic to antihistamines? (Don't ask me how that's possible, I really don't know). At least, they either have no effect on me apart from making me feel dizzy while doing bugger all for my allergies, or they make me violently ill with intense vomiting. And being on ...8? prescription drugs and with several major drug allergies, simply just going and buying hayfever stuff over the counter would be rather risky. I am going to have to go back to the doctor, or rather to a different doctor (I think I'll avoid my usual GP until after the bubble has burst on his "amazing new diet" - seeing that he's the hardest GP to get hold of, this shouldn't be a problem) and demand something else. Bah. Humbug.
On Romantic gestures gone slightly wrong:
In a moment of extreme stress the other week Richard & I decided to (shock, horror!) Eat Dinner At Home. We made my famous pasta bake which has been sorely missed from our diet since I had to cut right back on dairy. We split the tasks in our accustomed manner, with him chopping the vegetables while I cooked everything and put it all together. Because I was in such a bad mood, Richard decided to cheer me up, so he wrote "I LUV U" on the chopping board in baby corn. I, of course, entirely failed to notice that the baby corn spelled out a message, and just swept them into the pan... Hrm.
I'm sure I had other things to say, but the rest is all to do with buying houses and rants about various people and businesses, and my stomach is hurting enough already. Blergh. We apparently get the keys on Friday, but this is rather dependent on the Major Source Of Stress getting sorted out, and we hold out no hopes. Tomorrow bright and early is going to be ass-kicking time :/