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I'm not at home, before anyone starts entertaining suspicions that I may still be in bed. I was actually awake at eleven. Pedar wanted to go to Renacres, because there's a patient there he had to discharge. After that, we came to the regular hospital, where he could catch up with paperwork and I can do what I do on his computer, which is a remarkably odd piece of engineering. How many Windows 95 PCs do you see with their own broadband internet connections?
It never ceases to amaze me, the difference between Renacres and this hospital. We always call it "the hospital" - we always forget it actually has a name - which it takes me a moment to remember. Southport and Formby District General Hospital, that's it. No wonder we don't call it that. I remember when we called it "the new hospital" because that was what it was. Now I've started thinking about it, I can see my entire life can be mapped out by hospitals I've lived in - starting with Oxford Street where I was born, followed by Mill Road, Fazackerley, the Royal and Liverpool Womens' Hospital, which is the newest. I still think of it as being brand new, even though it's about six or seven years old now. It was opened by Princess Diana, which is not something I am likely to forget. It was such a big event - Pedar and I were there for the opening, and so was Clare (osiris13) and her sister Emma. There were orange flowers everywhere, I remember.
And then we moved, to Southport, a new set of hospitals, this one, the old one, Renacres, Ormskirk. Renacres is a pretty pretty place - it used to be an old farmhouse before someone had the bright idea of converting it into a private hospital. It's so pretty, and I hate comparing it to this hospital, where we don't even get decent computers or even decent buidlings - this office I'm sitting in is a prefab building, supposed to be here for two years only but has in fact been here for five.

Oh, well, what can you do?

Later on, when I'm on my own computer, I'm going to send the mailing circle a beta for Clare's story, with my comments attached, plus a story of my own. Yes, Clare, you inspired me. While I was in the shower last night, I had an idea, that rapidly changed into a short story. I will email it later - when I'm at home.
I need to find some food in the house today - if I can't find any, Pedar and I will have to go food shopping, oh, joy.
That's all I have to burden the world with now.

Productivity

I wanted to get some work done this afternoon, which for me usually means doing coursework and writing letters. I haven't done either of those things. Instead, I have been wasting time trying to make an animated Stargate icon, but it seems to be very difficult. I wanted something like the community icon for sadistic_geeks, but it's very very difficult. Most of all, I wanted a pic of that moment from There but for the Grace of God - the last scene in the episode. It makes the sadistic part of me a happy rabbit.

Ah, well. What can I do? Besides be bored and not do anything productive, that is?

I have been involved in a lot of present-buying lately. I have a birthday present for purplerainbow - as far as I know, she has no idea what it is. Em is taking care of Clare's present - it's a joint one.
As for Christmas, I can't decide whether to actually buy presents now, or get them in India and give them to everyone in January. I have.. um... all of seven Christmas presents to buy. Thank God it isn't a family thing - my family and I have an agreement. I don't buy them presents, they don't buy me presents.
My birthday is fairly soon... ish. Last year's wasn't too good. I hope this one is better, because it's my sixteenth birthday, but with the mocks I'm not holding out much hope.
I wish my parents made more of my birthday. Last year, for example, they didn't remember it until the day before, and didn't really get me anything until I'd made a fuss.
I guess that's my spoilt inner child talking. I'm an only child; of course my parents aren't good at all the childish things.