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What’s next: study or not?

by Sophie - 31 August 2006

Sean kind of pushed me back into one of my endless "worrying" sessions. He told me I should go back to study. So far studying hasn’t been that successful for me. The first time I was doing nursing and I was told to quit ‘cuz my hands were too shaky. The second time I was studying science, I wanted to major in biology and they made me do chemistry and physics. I was in way over my head, I’d never done that sort of stuff at school, and another tutor told me to quit. I left that course for a totally different reason though.

Flashbacks

by Sean - 27 August 2006

For the last several nights, as I laid in bed before falling asleep, I’ve had flashbacks of the day I fell on my back. It was nearly three months ago, and it hadn’t entered my pre-sleep thoughts during that time. It now came in, and it’s leaving me feeling rather unsettled. Here I was, about to fall asleep, and I was suddenly flashing back to the moment of impact, to the short eternity of the actual fall.

Pardon the dust

by Sean - 25 August 2006

So, yeah, long awaited redesign has just gone live…

Bound to be several hickups. Please pardon the dust while we’re fixing things up.

Must…fiddle…now

by Sophie -

I think it’s a well known fact that I love to fiddle with new things. I’ve always been the sort of girl who loves to surprise the boys by understanding the things they do. Cars, Computers, Web Design (sorta), Panel Beating. Some of the skills I’ve learnt have not been pleasant. I learnt panel beating when my dad and I de-rusted and repainted an 81 Civic. 81 Civics are notorious when it comes to rust. My dad was adamant it was just going to be a quick job; we spent almost a year getting the car ready for paint. And then in a matter of weeks rust started reappearing again.

In the dumps again (or is that still?)

by Sean - 24 August 2006

Depressed, down, in the dumps, having the blues, yeah yeah yeah. That’s the state I’m at, again. I mean, it never goes too far, but it gets tiresome nonetheless. It is insidious how ongoing, low-grade depression can affect you. It’s not usualy the great crisis of depression, where you can’t even be bothered getting out of bed to go to the ‘loo that get to me (although I’ve had those as well). It’s the relentless attacks of mild depression, robbing me of joys, pleasures, tastes, sleep, smiles…