Just a quick blub before shift change, and I have to turn over my seat to someone else.
Another lovely day. I'm off home soon--it's just past two in the afternoon, and I'm blinking famished, because I couldn't eat my breakfast this morning (darned ol' wonky stomach).
I was just over the moon, last night. That's because I got a couple more Dr Who episodes in the mail---what a lovely surprise!!!
Of course, they're brilliant.
I hear that the current head writer--the great Russell T., is leaving Who next year, and Steven Moffatt (sorry if I've mis-spelled that at all) will be taking over--lovely, I think he's fantastic.
And of course, I'm getting my internet back at half-past four in the afternoon (EST) on Friday---hoo-ray!!!! 
I can live without tele for years, without radio or newspapers for a time as well, I suppose. But gosh, these last five months without the internet have been hard. I've felt so terribly isolated (not to mention bored, at times).
One of the first internet projects I will do, is post some random blog entries that I wrote at home, but was unable to post. And, I will be setting up a new blog somewhere (because unlike all the other blog sites, blog.co.uk only allows for one single blog, unless you pay to go pro--which would be impossible for me, of course)....so, it's a blog hunt, this weekend.
I'm setting up the new blog for the second round of my Dr Who fan fiction stories. Not that I expect to get much traffic, of course. But, if my computer crashes (even forbid) I will at least not lose the work forever.
I can't save stuff to CD, because, 1. I haven't a clue how to, and 2. A classmate tried it once, back in '04, and my computer wouldn't let her.
In fact, if I want to save a 3 1/2 inch floppy disk, I have to click on 5 1/4 floppy, in order to get my computer to save it, because according to my computer, there's no such thing as a 3 1/2 inch floppy disk--got hit with a bug years ago, and it's not been the same, since. Floppy disks are rubbish, so I save the stuff to the internet, when I can.
Anyway, not much to say, have I? Sorry. But, maybe that's not a bad thing, in light of all the erm--bad things, that have happened.
After Saturday, I go back to night shift for a week, so I can get some doctor's appointments under my belt, without having to fuss about missing work or being late, then it's back to day shift the week after that.
I'm thinking of doing something this weekend, again--nothing like last Sunday, that was pretty much a one-shot deal. I'm not that well off, financially, that I can afford to go out on the town every week...or even every month, for that matter.
Still, nice weather and all that, has left me toying with the idea of buying a license and a pole and some tackle, and taking up fishing again--here in the city I can go down on the banks of the Hudson River, or Crandall Pond, which is at the park about a quarter mile up the street from me. Or, come the end of June when they start running more regularly, take the trolley-bus for some fishing on Lake George.
The cats made me laugh last night...well, Flamey did. I sometimes play music of course, and have been playing CD's around the apartment (I now have a sum total of 7 CD's). Flame hangs out with me and sort of listens. She loves Kylie, but seemed to have a bit of a negative reaction to The New Pornographer's Electric Verson, last night. Basically, she stared at the speakers, made a face, and ran away. Everyone's a critic. 
