The Cult of Ellen

( My brain is mush... )

Edit: Interestingly, I took an online Aspie test to see how my brain is doing (thanks to John Scalzi). And today, I'm Aspergic. I scored 158/200 on the Aspie score, and only 98/200 on the neurotypical (non-Aspie) score. I bet if I take the quiz again at the end of next week, I'll score completely differently. Hmmm... Oh, the joys of being a Gemini, and having a brain which runs in several different configurations, making me several different people at once. What shall I wear today? Who shall I be today? Yeah... today I am an aspie and my brain is mush. How're you doing?

After the best part of a week at home, thanks to the coughing lurgy, I'm back at work. And today's commute was no better than last Monday's, making it 2 weeks in a row when I should just have stayed in bed. Last Monday, thanks to Notwork Rail's over-running engineering works, my train was cancelled at Doncaster. Then everyone from a packed 4-carriage Virgin train had to pile onto an even more packed 2-carriage Northern train. Oh, joy. This Monday, thanks to Virgin's incompetence, there weren't enough train crew, so they cancelled my train altogether. Meaning there were two train-loads packed onto the next Virgin train going south. People still fail to realise that the lack of paper tickets stuffed in the back of seats doesn't mean that there are no seat reservations. And rude, middle-aged women don't see why they should give up their (unbooked) seat to the elderly, infirm woman who actually booked it. And some guys just don't seem to realise that if you're standing in the aisle, you can actually put your bag down, rather than smacking me in the head with it every time you turn...

Big stick. Biiiig stick.

Still, I'm not really coughing. And the government information pack on the coming smoking ban arrived in the post today, making all of us (bar the director who is the only smoker in the company) cackle in glee. We're *so* looking forward to July 1st! Hah.

So, what did I get up to on my week off? Well, apart from sleeping and coughing, I went to my writing group and rewrote The Gallery of Frost a couple of times. I knitted 3 socks. I went to my dressmaking class and got my invisible zip sample done, and I handed in my podcasting article to Hub. I created my own podcast, and I potted up some plants. I did some laundry. I went and sat in the steam room at the gym a couple of times, which helped with the not-coughing. And I went to VJs and to clotilde's and saw people and that was lovely. I drank lots of tea, and read half of Alastair Reynolds' 'Pushing Ice'. And that's about it.