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There is nothing that makes me more aggravated than having a long list of things to do and suddenly falling ill. Getting hit by an inner ear infection only two weeks from my deadlines took 5 days of crafting time from me.

I'm nothing if not stubborn and focused when on short deadlines however. That and I seem to have an insanely high hit rate for things I make up as I go along.
( An Example of such a success )

Today was an ish day at work. Meaning I was only thereish mentally for most of the day. The rest of the time I was sitting with Kerrigan composing yet more Artificer Poetry which will no doubt be aired at somepoint.

I came home to the task of finding a craft I could fit into the small space before slimming world and the cinema. So I decided to take apart and resew one of the four men's shirts I bought on the basis that their shirts are more military colours than what I can find elsewhere. In an effort not to feel like I was wasting my time I picked the least nice shirt to start with. Turns out I had to do a little more adjusting than I thought and, despite removing almost 3 inches out of the back of the shirt it's still longer than the front...

I've now got it finished in what can roughly be said to be 1h 20 mins and it well sort of looks fine...I can't really tell seeing as I am still lacking in that rather useful thing 'A full length mirror'. Ah well at worst it looks a little untailored and at best I have some shirts I feel happy wearing out instead of my nice ones. I've worn worse fitting shirts to work and with my expanding waistcoat section I can hide ill fitted bits.

Now on to one of my other 12 projects that I started...or was it 14? One of them has been completely abandonned as I am without the right tools the rest as getting there bit by bit.

I am currently relaxed on the sofa with my laptop, feeling the stiffness of a weekend of crewing at Serenity.

It was a new experience crewing and to say there weren't a few moments when I wondered what the heck I was doing, would be a lie. Like when I had to spend 20 odd minutes pretending to be stuck in a lift down a mine shaft. But all in all I really enjoyed facilitating the chances of the players getting shot at and at as little cost as possible. Getting my random minor background npc promoted from random safety inspector to Militia member and vice member of the planet's co-operative board was a rather interesting move partway through Saturday. They needed someone in authority and hey, safety and security, they're roughly the same thing. ;)

In a random feat of wardobe ingenuity I managed to remain mainly in the clothing I turned up in on Friday. In fact I cycled through several NPCs whose main defining distinction was which waistcoat and jacket I was wearing.

Highlight of the weekend was the snow that started to fall partway through Sunday morning and became a rather fitting backdrop to what was essentially "the coldest planet in the verse".

In an effort to counteract the sci-fi I've just finished watching the first episode of 'Cranford' a BBC adaption of a book by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. It's an amusing little comedy of manners and I knew I'd enjoy it when I heard the line "Her writing is ever so energetic, there are even exclamation marks".

So I have two days in lieu of the weekend that I am working. That's tomorrow and Friday just so you know. I've decided (now that I'm healthy and full of random energy) to create a list of things I really need to do and see how far I get. I'm putting it up here for general amusement and the fact that I can't lose this page but never find that scrap of paper I wrote things on. So in no particular order...

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Right we'll see how far I get

It's been quite a while since I was ill quite this often (twice in four weeks is novel for me)...and I am not enjoying it. Lets be honest none of us really like being ill. You don't have the energy to do anything and if you did you feel guilty that you aren't doing what you should be.

With no real way of combatting my current cold, bar herbal teas (in large quantity) and the odd steaming of the brain, I've slowly made my way through most of the tissues in the house. The only thing that implies that I'm fighting back is my random lapses into sleep where my body pulls at my consciousness so hard that I can fall asleep in the middle of plot laden conversation, much to the amused annoyance of choccoweeble who hadn't noticed, being behind her laptop screen at the time.

So it's Saturday...a slightly less guilt ridden day to be ill as I have no plans. My brother is on his way over with a shirt and jumper he's accidentally dyed pink, in the hope that I can accomplish some form of rescue. The living room looks like Larp exploded all over it and I'm wondering if I can muster the energy to do what I should have done on Monday to clean it away.

I'm bored as heck...Really. I've not the mental dexterity amongst all the cotton wool to do anything constructive and I'm beginning to feel isolated. Strange how being ill makes the time I would have been on my own anyway rather more boring than otherwise.

If you're online and fancy a chat it would certainly improve the outlook of my day. You needn't worry about me sounding pitiful as conversation always cheers me up, unless you phone me...my voice has gone funny and pitiful is a side effect. This is the main reason I thought work was a bit of a loss. Even if I could focus enough to do it, answering the phone would have been a disaster.

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And boy was it hard trying to make sure I was referencing the right year...

Right, I am planning on being stressed this week and I thought it only right to warn people so they know what to expect when they talk to me...

I've got too much to do at work as I've got a project deadline this week and I'm checking my work and a collegue's who is on holiday.

I've got two outfits to finish for artificer. ammos has been great and leant me the perfect cloak to keep choccoweeble warm so that's a little less stress for me. But I still have to do over 20 button holes...

I've got roleplay society on Tuesday when I will be running a taster game that I have yet to design or create anything for. (I will pull something out of a hat if I must).

That's what I'm allowed to do. If you find me doing something else tell me off. If I'm doing one of the above and you pester me. Be warned it might not be pretty. ;)

Talk to you next Monday again when I'm back from Artificer and my life is less of a stress fest.

So I had to make sure that I was off work on the rigth day for Maelstrom's next event. I was prepared. I told work before I accepted the contract that I needed a day off to get to London. I even said it was near the end of July. I then gave them a date the 28th. I can hear horrifed gasps already... :P

Yeah choccoweeble was good enough to set me straight and knock some sense into me so I revised my holiday application at work and they said it wasn't an issue. *Phew* I've now got the 20th of July off to drive down to the event.

I've however lost a week and am now panicking like mad to make sure my costume is all ready. Have to fix the eyes of my mask. Take in my tunic, check my armour, take in or remake my trousers...The usual maelstrom panic. And choccoweeble's only comment "why do you have to redo your costume every time?!?"

So if you see me and I'm being lazy tell me off, please. I don't have time to be lazy ;)

I feel like I haven't posted anything for ages. Which is probably true as I've had a headache for a long while that obviously is not condusive to sitting infront of a screen.

However I thought now that I have a few moments I would jot down a few words inbetween my crazy crafting and Maelstrom Panic.

I've as stated before had great success with my loosing weight. I hit the 10 kilo mark last thursday (that's about 1 stone 8 lbs for you people who don't know kilos).

So I thought I best make sure that my maelstrom stuff didn't need adjusting. The tunic had been fitted just before the last event but seemed fine.
It never occured to me that I might have huge problems with my armour until I decided to check it just to be on the safe side.

Oh my! A few good swings of my arm and the shoulder piece slides loose and I'm looking at tightening ALL the straps. Armour that fit perfectly on me last event is now tightened as much as the straps will allow and just end up tight enough. I can forsee me having to make major adjustments when I loose more weight. Ah well, it's a price I'm willing to pay.

I'm also at the same time trying to work out the plot for a story that involves more indepth looks at the phsycology of the human mind than I had intended. I'm also not a sociologist so have to look at that as well. Now if I could just decide on what the plot will actually be...

So I have been away all weekend at Maelstrom doing the usual camping out.

I can't really discuss what happened other than intrigue, death, lots of killing and all hell breaking loose. Randomly none of the death came our way.

It was around six in the evening when we finally managed to start our way back and the traffic was fairly light for an Easter Monday.

The drive was fairly boring with only a bog standard idiot who tried to cut me up. However, as I was driving along in the middle lane I saw a row of three motorway police behind me. The car behind me over takes and the three Police cars continue in the right hand lane. The front one drops inbetween me and a blue hatchback letting the others continue on. Suddenly the second car drops in front of the blue car the lights go on and they escort the car calmly to the side. The third police car keeping one lane to the right of them at all times.

It was over in a matter of seconds and so very slick...

Now if only I could get rid of my stiffness and I would be a completely happy bunny.