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Aug. 27th, 2013 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardLo, I have returned from York!
Actually I don't think that I ever mentioned that I was going to York, so there's that, and also for the first part of last week my tendonitis flared up so badly that I couldn't actually type and was at one point sitting at my desk crying at how badly my wrists hurt, so there wasn't a whole lot of typing going on at all. (Tagging Tumblr posts hurt, and that's like three letters before you can start scrolling, that's how bad it was. Worse, I couldn't figure out how many of my meds (steroids in pill form, according to my doctor back home) to take because I...couldn't find the dosage info anywhere on the package or the instructions...turns out it was on the back of the blister pack, which is the last place I thought about looking, and I didn't find it until after the worst of the pain had passed. And if you've been here a while you'll remember I have personal family issues with medications, so I don't want to use them unless I absolutely have to.) So I couldn't type for a couple of days, or at least could only type for a very limited span of time, which has thrown my dissertation writing schedule all out of whack, which is kind of shit, because I don't want to write much more than 500-750 words a day tops, both for my sanity and my wrists, but I'll have to.
Anyway, I went to York for three days withaella_irene, and you will be glad to know that we did not kill each other, even though there may or may not have been some temptation there, partially due to, uh, Richard III and my tendency to, uh...gloat. (Someone may have told a Richard III reenactor at the Yorkshire Museum that I was from the archaeology department at Leicester and then left me in the middle of a discussion about whether York or Leicester should get the remains. I'm not saying who, but WOW THAT WAS SCARY AND I MOSTLY LEARNED MY LESSON.)
York is very pretty, though, and York Minster is very large, and there was an AMAZING cupcake shop a few minutes from the Minster. AMAZING. I am not kidding when I say that we went there every single day. I'm pretty sure that raspberry cheesecake cupcake was actually a religious experience and I don't think thataella_irene would disagree.
Also at one point we were drinking on a boat. It was a very classy trip, okay? Nobody got murdered or tossed in the Ouse to feed the seemingly random Canadian geese (why are there Canadian geese in York, y'all? or was I mistaken and they are not actually Canadian geese? I'm pretty confident in identifying Canadian geese, since I saw them every year until I went away to college) or transported back through time in Jorvik or had their head cut off and displayed at Micklegate Bar or anything. (Okay, actually, the least classy part was me getting sick on the last day (yesterday), but hey, that happens, and it could have been worse since I was at least upright the entire day and mostly manifested as having no appetite whatsoever until I got back to Leicester, at which point it switched to every part of my body aching like a sumbitch.)
Also we learned that I am not a morning person, like, at all. I babble. I mean, I babble even at non-morning hours (honestly, I talk pretty much like I type online; if you've ever gotten an e-mail from me, it's just like that but worse because you can't click away), but I babble even worse for several hours right after I wake up and then remember absolutely none of it.aella_irene: I am sorry. Because I have absolutely no idea what I said for three mornings running. I hope that at least it was amusing at some point.
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In other news, I have finished watching the entirety (so far) of Sons of Anarchy, which is not the fastest I have ever mainlined an entire TV show (I think I watched all of Weeds over the course of three or four days, but those are short episodes and it was also only three seasons then), but is definitely up there. Obviously I liked it since I went through it freakishly quickly, but I'm not sure I have enough coherent thoughts to stitch together a real reaction. (Organized crime and family feels, with some occasionally incestuous undertones? I can't possibly think what I would see in that -- oh wait.)
Actually I don't think that I ever mentioned that I was going to York, so there's that, and also for the first part of last week my tendonitis flared up so badly that I couldn't actually type and was at one point sitting at my desk crying at how badly my wrists hurt, so there wasn't a whole lot of typing going on at all. (Tagging Tumblr posts hurt, and that's like three letters before you can start scrolling, that's how bad it was. Worse, I couldn't figure out how many of my meds (steroids in pill form, according to my doctor back home) to take because I...couldn't find the dosage info anywhere on the package or the instructions...turns out it was on the back of the blister pack, which is the last place I thought about looking, and I didn't find it until after the worst of the pain had passed. And if you've been here a while you'll remember I have personal family issues with medications, so I don't want to use them unless I absolutely have to.) So I couldn't type for a couple of days, or at least could only type for a very limited span of time, which has thrown my dissertation writing schedule all out of whack, which is kind of shit, because I don't want to write much more than 500-750 words a day tops, both for my sanity and my wrists, but I'll have to.
Anyway, I went to York for three days with
aella_irene, and you will be glad to know that we did not kill each other, even though there may or may not have been some temptation there, partially due to, uh, Richard III and my tendency to, uh...gloat. (Someone may have told a Richard III reenactor at the Yorkshire Museum that I was from the archaeology department at Leicester and then left me in the middle of a discussion about whether York or Leicester should get the remains. I'm not saying who, but WOW THAT WAS SCARY AND I MOSTLY LEARNED MY LESSON.)York is very pretty, though, and York Minster is very large, and there was an AMAZING cupcake shop a few minutes from the Minster. AMAZING. I am not kidding when I say that we went there every single day. I'm pretty sure that raspberry cheesecake cupcake was actually a religious experience and I don't think that
aella_irene would disagree.Also at one point we were drinking on a boat. It was a very classy trip, okay? Nobody got murdered or tossed in the Ouse to feed the seemingly random Canadian geese (why are there Canadian geese in York, y'all? or was I mistaken and they are not actually Canadian geese? I'm pretty confident in identifying Canadian geese, since I saw them every year until I went away to college) or transported back through time in Jorvik or had their head cut off and displayed at Micklegate Bar or anything. (Okay, actually, the least classy part was me getting sick on the last day (yesterday), but hey, that happens, and it could have been worse since I was at least upright the entire day and mostly manifested as having no appetite whatsoever until I got back to Leicester, at which point it switched to every part of my body aching like a sumbitch.)
Also we learned that I am not a morning person, like, at all. I babble. I mean, I babble even at non-morning hours (honestly, I talk pretty much like I type online; if you've ever gotten an e-mail from me, it's just like that but worse because you can't click away), but I babble even worse for several hours right after I wake up and then remember absolutely none of it.
aella_irene: I am sorry. Because I have absolutely no idea what I said for three mornings running. I hope that at least it was amusing at some point.*
In other news, I have finished watching the entirety (so far) of Sons of Anarchy, which is not the fastest I have ever mainlined an entire TV show (I think I watched all of Weeds over the course of three or four days, but those are short episodes and it was also only three seasons then), but is definitely up there. Obviously I liked it since I went through it freakishly quickly, but I'm not sure I have enough coherent thoughts to stitch together a real reaction. (Organized crime and family feels, with some occasionally incestuous undertones? I can't possibly think what I would see in that -- oh wait.)