The beaver is a proud and noble animal

The weekend was not one of the more relaxing ones I've had. In fact, I'll just say that it was rather emotionally charged and leave it at that… My shoulder gave me grief for most of it and, as a new twist, a glass of bad rose wine went down like a molten goblet of acid and took up residence in my stomach for most of last night. That was really horrid too, because I'd cooked a kick-ass curried roast beef too. Bleh.

This week is going to be a wild one, I forecast, cause I have to do a lot of prepwork on short notice. I need to write up a conference poster for PRIDE and get the student intern geared up to maintain PRIDE in case there are problems while I'm away next thursday and friday. Katy's leaving for Leicester on tuesday night and having her op on wednesday. I won't have a chance to see her until thursday night (if she's home) or friday morning (if she's not). She's getting anxious about it. It's a routine operation… it should go ok. Right? Right!

Nice way to start a week.

Get into work, check my email, do some routine sanity checks on the servers… only to find that PRIDE has been down all friggin' weekend because the database server went belly up on friday night. Nice. The log partition was full. Nicer. Tables got corrupted. Nicest.

I hope this isn't an omen for my week.

I had plans for today. They didn't happen. I'd have wanted to visit some museums in town, cause the weather was going to be bleh, but we ended up not even going outside. Katy had a migraine all day and my shoulder was playing up again.

My breadmaker, which is excellent at making bread, sucks donkey balls at making pizza dough.

All in all, not the best day I've had in a while.

Katy was away last night and I couldn't fall asleep, so I started reading. Bad idea. I read until 1am and I'm feeling it today.

I'm old

*sob*

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,11069-1726165,00.html

So, if they take out religion, the Magdalene, the sacred feminine, Opus Dei, the sex ritual, the Priory of Sion… then, I guess they'll be left with a great car chase movie…

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No, it's not a kinky sex move, it's how to tie a single windsor knot. For reasons that are unclear, I've just spent the last 30 minutes teaching french people how to tie a tie knot in my living room.

Katy's in Leicester tonight and tomorrow for her pre-op apt, so I was on my own tonight. An impromptu game night ensued, with much Carcassoning. I wasn't trying to be evil, but I did something that's really, really nasty (yet funny, and even better, appropriate). I stole a ginormous plain filled with mammoths from not one, not two but from three people who were sharing it :D

For those of you who don't know the game, go to your nearest game shop and get yourself a copy. It rocks :)

I need input from other people before I can get some work done. Unfortunately, all those people are now on vacation. This annoys me to no extent.

  

Although the last one is cool, I just can't reduce it enough to use it as an LJ icon. Poo.

I feel a bit homesick today. Don't get me wrong, I still heartily believe that coming over here was the best decision I've made in a long time, today, I'm feeling a bit low. I think it's the whole birthday business that brought it to the forefront, but I miss the boys. I miss the gang in Montreal. I miss my family.

This, too, shall pass…