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With mild trepidation I have added various people to my friends list (whose livejournals I read anyway). A couple seem to have noticed already...I hope nothing bad comes of this :-)
Yesterday afternoon I got G to read my livejournal from the start, now that he knows it exists. He seemed mainly amused rather than horribly offended, which I guess is just as well. He said a few bits of it surprised him, but he wouldn't tell me which bits. Hmm. In the evening we went out to the Maypole (I didn't make a curry in the end; I will make one tonight instead, as I still feel this strange compulsion). They were showing football on their telly, unfortunately, but we mostly managed to ignore it and had a nice meal and several cocktails. They do pitchers of cocktail now, which are quite good value and very, um, effective. Came back about 9.30 feeling rather overwhelmed by quantities of spirits and cream, and decided to finish off a bottle of wine I had in the fridge. G went to bed to read a dodgy SF book I picked up at Eastercon a couple of years ago, and I faffed pointlessly on the web for a while.
I discovered from Google, to my surprise, that something called Open Directory has listings for a few of my web pages, and short reviews. They're quite complimentary, so I guess I'm pleased, but I would have expected them to inform me they'd done this! Eventually I exhausted the amusement value of looking up one's own name on the web and in newsgroup archives, and went to bed.
This morning, got G off to work on time, then slept a bit more. I need to go shopping today, and write a couple of articles on a local newsgroup about sign language. And I'll try to go to the library and borrow an Armenian dictionary. I really should reply to this guy in NZ as well - I guess I'll have to go and visit, really, but I'll try to arrange it for after next term's examining obligations etc.
My parents are annoying me. They have sent me an email full of foreboding, saying they are "really concerned about my emotional and physical (!) welfare"! What the devil is that supposed to mean? They don't even explain, just threaten to write to me at length about it when I get back from Eastercon! So now I'm kept in suspense for several weeks. Jesus, what do they think's wrong with me?