sick of myself

I'm still not feeling 100% (slight residual throat soreness), so I've been trying to make myself useful around the house. I made the last of my frozen zucchini into zucchini bread and need to branch out. Two new projects should occupy my time these next few days. Or the dust will do me in.

There were a few boxes waiting to be dealt with from the move, piled in corners and avoided. I've been going through them to see what I thought was so important that I had to move but not so important that I haven't unpacked yet. Mainly it's pictures and stuff from Japan that I actually kept and just bits of interest. I'm trying to figure out how to keep them in a way that won't be in a cardboard box. I've got no ideas.

The other project is loading the CDs I actually care about onto my hard drive. This is a daunting task. I realised as I went through them that half of them aren't done, which seems sort of stupid and I can't figure out why I never got around to it before. I've got days of work ahead of me with this. I may abandon the project midway through out of sheer boredom.

As you must be doing right now.

Today I ventured out of the house later in the afternoon for juniper cask beer at the Whip. My friend's friend makes beer and I realised partway through our conversation that I really need to spend more time with people who make beer, if only for the cred it could potentially give me to drink beers made with coriander and pumpkin. Also, I kind of enjoy beer a great deal. Afterwards I went to my friend's house to watch a movie and eat some Thai food, which did wonders for my throat. We watched "Forgetting Sarah Marshall;" I had to pause the movie while I gasped for breath after the line "God put our mouths on our head for a reason."

You know what sucks? When you want your phone to ring and it doesn't. Sigh. Telecommunications lead to heartbreak.