...I wonder what number infinity minus one is now. At what point do we decide "Okay that's enough, the next number is infinity"? What happens if you add two to infinity minus one? Can you have minus infinity? Okay I should stop now, I really should. Before my brain melts into a delicious pile of goo that seeps into my laptop and destroys the circuitry. Then again if my brain melts I likely die and won't really need a laptop anymore. I bet heaven has free wifi. So does Hell really, but that's only because the network in Heaven is open and so Hell leech off of it. Do your neighbours a favour and take off the password protection on your wifi. Well, anyway, I guess it's time to get on with the round up. Much like the week that preceeded it, last week feels like a lifetime ago.
Tuesday was a post about how I lent all my money (which was a grand total of £130) to Jessica. I wasn't going to mention it, because I did it for her and not recognition, but I was out of ideas and so took the ones I could get. She was in some debt and at first needed 200 (and I would have sold my old laptop to do it) but she said 130 would do, so that's what she got.
Wednesday was about how my confidence is well and truly fucked. I had the want, and the desire, to write, especially to write fiction, but the confidence in my ability to do so wasn't there. It is, in effect, the worst kind of writers block there is. A lack of ideas can be overcome with a prompt, or a lifetime experience, or anything really, but a lack of confidence can only be overcome with time. Or tequila.
Thursday was a podcast mostly about what I did on the Wednesday, which was attending a job interview for a job I then had to turn down due to the distance, and going to a birthday party for my youngest nephew. Also included is the tragic/hilarious tale of how my being neglected was proven as no one listened to me when I said "I'm the neglected one" after it turned out one of my nieces had been complaining she had been neglected. Yay me?
Friday was all about the stuff that went down in therapy. The goals that were set for me to do this week were to go out more again, to talk to people more, and a goal I set myself of going to the shop I used to volunteer at as a customer. I really have been avoiding the place these last few months, and that is a story for another day. It'll happen though, because I did go, twice in fact. But, again, another story for another day. My abandonment issues came up too. The only slight problem I have with therapy is that a lot of my problems require counseling, they require discussion, and this is not that kind of therapy. Still, Jessica knows me better than anyone and is pretty much a fully qualified psychiatrist, so she counts as counseling when I can remember that she does care and is interested in my problems.
Saturday there was no Immortal Space update due to a mixture of a very busy week, and that total lack of confidence. It started out with me saying I was getting tired of making excuses, and then suddenly turned into a post all about homoerotic subtexts and even homoeroticism in general. No idea how that happened.
Sunday was partly about the band Iron Maiden, partly about therapy. See, I have trouble discussing my interests, and my tastes in things like music and games, and books, and well everything that has genres. As such, I decided to dedicate a post to a band I really liked, so I did.
Well there you have it, another week down. I just hope this one doesn't feel as long, and that I'm able to wake up on time. Maybe I need sleeping pills. Or, pills that wake you up. I'd say an alarm clock would do but it really doesn't.