I'm getting too paranoid. Not paranoid about scary things like people stalking me. Paranoid about stupid things. Paranoid probably isn't the word.
Most of it stems from the convention.
Let me give you an example. I bought two lots of NiMH batteries for my camera. They're supposed to last longer than non-rechargable alkaline batteries (and they're expensive, so I should be saving tons of money with the NiMH ones). But now I'm scared that they'll run out and I won't be able to take pictures. I mean, does that really matter? Mark will have his incredible digital camera too, so... And they'll probably be fine! Hmmm...
The worst thing is I'm scared I won't enjoy it. And it cost a lot. And seeing as I have no money coming in any more, every penny counts. Or something. I keep worrying that I'm overspending and I'll run out of money before I finish my MA. In the olden days I used to worry all the time, so suddenly worrying about stuff again feels odd. I don't think I like it...
Apart from worrying about things, and reading archaeology articles online, I watched Stargate tonight. And set the smoke alarm off whilst cooking dinner. But that's another story.
Some would say I liked Abyss because it had lots of torture. It also featured the return of the Goa'uld who looks like Damon Hill. Well, like Damon Hill used to look before he retired from Formula One and grew his hair all long and straggly. Baal.
This could be the last time I write in here before going to the con.
Not that I've needed an excuse not to blog, not lately!
*sigh*
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