I've picked up a little bit of a fever, it appears. I am lucky that I was not scheduled to work this crazy-busy Sunday, and am instead sitting in a coffee house with bottled water and major sniffles. It gets me out of the house and prevents me from feeling sorry for myself, at least.
I have a list of keygens to find and a few codes to make DVD players region-free, so all should be well in the near future in terms of being totally comfortable with my new laptop. The last stage I have to tinker with that's unprecedented is that my DVD drive doesn't like the way Region 2 DVDs put their sectors together. It doesn't mean anything to me, but a few websites later, I should be knowledgeable enough to fix this problem.
I decided that I wanted to take a picture of myself in clothes I didn't buy to show off in. I had to wear gifts or hand-me-downs or work clothes. That kind of stuff. I wanted to feel comfortable again in whatever I wore, and this stemmed from something a week ago. I met up with a good friend and they introduced me to several people, one especially seemed caught by one of my eyes. She was energetic, friendly, attentive and attractive and we talked for a fair part of the night until she was too inebriated to drive home and I suggested she (and her friend) crash at my place. Yet I couldn't switch out of the friendly host mode even after her friend fell asleep and we were alone and laughing at my bowling on Wii Sports - but then it's been so long since I've really gone after someone I can't even work out if they were truly interested.
And did you know that after being jilted again in terms of just meeting up with someone, I felt jaded enough about the limitations of the friendship that I ate one of their presents I bought in England? It sounds harsh, but I've been back from England for a month and if we've not been able to organise a time to meet up, I'm allowed to hand their presents over to better people (i.e. myself) before they go off.
Actually! Between leaving and returning from ol' Blighty, I was calculating some numbers up, given that I was impressed that I'd spent over a day in the air. I'd travelled 12,086 miles on the flights alone. I was on my vacation for 302 hours. Calculating the numbers this means my average speed for my trip was just over 40 miles per hour. I feel better about those lazy days now.
