girlofprey

So. I got up today and the spot from yesterday had morphed into a weird, puffy eyelid, and a swollen, tender-feeling lump next to my ear. The spot was itchy, I don't know if I mentioned that, and I'm guessing either I scratched too much around it trying to alleviate things, or I didn't rub my eye enough when dust got in it or something, to avoid aggravating the spot, and now this. My mum says it's probably a sinus thing, hence the weird lump by my ear, and had me rub over it with a cotton wool ball soaked in sterilised water and salt. And now I'm not allowed to rub it except with the end of a cotton bud. I'm assuming it's not anything more sinister than that, I don't think the spot's gotten infected or something, it doesn't look red or infected. But it is all very annoying. Never rains but it pours, does it? Eye why?

So we found the blackout blinds. Mum and I put them up. I turned out to know as much or more about curtains than she did. And now my room is BEAUTIFULLY DARK when I go to bed and in the mornings. Did I ever say how much I liked the dark? When I was little sometimes I'd just go into the cupboard under the stairs or a walk-in closet in my parents' bedroom, and just lay there on the carpet for hours, or play Stig of the Dump in the dark. I don't know why. Anyway. I'M ENJOYING THE DARK. My sleep's still a little messed up - I still keep waking up around 5am, but yesterday I managed to get back to sleep, and last night I was up for a bit but I think I dreamed afterwards so I must have slept, and it was more restful in any case. My drymouth's a bit better, but I think the upshot is that it's because I'm drinking more water, so I need to go to the toilet more often in the night. Which I think is the reason I tried not to drink too much before bed in the first place. That's the trade-off, apparently.

I have also developed a weird lump on my knee in the last few days. I don't know what it is, but it doesn't hurt unless I poke it and I can move it around, so it's not the bone. Mum thinks it's nothing to worry about, but it might be to do with me putting my knee in stressful positions. Literally all I can think of is the way I sit when I'm on the computer or on the playstation. That's never given me weird knee-lumps before. I have been kneeling in front of the computer a bit though, when sitting in my desk chair gives me backache. It seems to be going down a bit now though.

Mostly I am stuck in Daredevil fandom. Which is weird, because I'm not - I didn't LOVE Daredevil. But I did quite like the way they made the main character quite fucked up, and their villain was amazing, and it's a really angsty show which I enjoy. And I slash the hero and the villain, obviously, and I'm on the kinkmeme and other people also seem interested in the pairing, so ahhh. I'm enjoying it.

The best thing about putting up the blackout blinds was that they were originally mum's, because she's a light sleeper and has read some stuff about having a lot of light in the room while you sleep being bad for you, so she wanted them in her bedroom. But my dad for some reason was just against the idea, and he put them in the loft, which is why we couldn't find them earlier this week (which is just such a passive-aggressive thing to do - like, if you're going to use them you need them to hand, and if you're not just give them away, why put them in the loft?). Basically he wasn't interested, and said it was "women's work" to put up curtains and he would be doing it. I heard him really banging about childishly when he was getting them down out of the loft, and then he just threw them down on the landing and didn't tell any of us where they were, just left them there on the floor. Then he heard me asking mum to help put them up, and he sort of jokingly asked about them, and then when we were actually putting them up he came upstairs and into my room, and started giving us advice on how to do it. I was a bit short with him, because I properly didn't understand what he was doing or was his attitude was anymore, putting up curtains is "women's work" except when he can tell women how to do it apparently. But anyway, I got them up and was super happy with them. And the next morning apparently my dad slept through his alarm, and said it was because he was up in the night going to the bathroom, and my mum said "Well you know what you need, BLACKOUT BLINDS". And he SAID NOTHING, and then later said he was going to look into them on the internet and different sizes and stuff, and not to cut mine (because they're too long for my curtains) just in case they wanted them back (for their floor-length curtains). So maybe my mum will get blackout blinds after all! Because that's my dad. He's so weirdly enthusiastic about things as long as someone else has done them first.

ETA: Oh my god, what has Livejournal done to the entry pages?

I have no money again, a mere week after being given roughly £300 by my parents for food and bills and living and such.

Seriously, like £14. This morning, before I went to town.

This did not stop me buying Nathan Barley on DVD. For lo, it was my whim promise to myself, and if you can't keep those, what's the point yeah?

The Futurama ultimate boxset is only £60 in Fopp ::pines::

Christmas is of course coming, not that I'm allowed to think about it until I've done about three essays, SERIOUSLY AND WITH THE PROPER DILIGENCE. But I'm really not sure how that's going to turn out this year, since as far as I can tell my dad A) doesn't want to just give me money, and b) doesn't want to hear what I want. Hold onto the receipts, dad. That's all I'm saying.

As for you people,

( Christmas wishlist meme. Oh yes. )

My list seems slightly angry, for some reason. Perhaps the fact most of the things I wish for are things I wish I would write. Dammit.

I went to see the doctor about the crazy spots appearing on my hands lately, and she tells me they look like insect bites. So now I'm infested. Joy.

That is mostly all.