Alrighty! I'm still here!
The mysterious bruise has disappeared from my hand. I've completed another few hours of my literature search, and I stand at least a fighting chance of putting something together by the deadline (next Friday). One small problem is that I'm continually finding theoretical or review papers, but very few practical ones. And it's made worse because the number of researchers working in this area is relatively small, and most of them are colleagues of my supervisor. Hmmm....how to critically evaluate such work?
We came second in the Black Harp quiz night - the other
NZ Dating team beat us by one point. And it came down to the last question. Which I had the correct answer for, but the others over-ruled me. Oh well. Good fun night, anyway. And now I have a phone! Bought off Yvonne's daughter so she can switch to a more recent model. I join the late 20th century!
No meditation this week, so lots of study last night, some emailing and more slow progress on Civ3 (how is it that I can have a brand-new PC and the game still runs slow? OK, I'm playing a scenario which is way bigger than a normal game, but even so - it's not like it's a brand new game, after all).
Chatting to a couple of decent-seeming women at the moment. Both have similar interests and seem intelligent and friendly. OK, scratch "seem" seeing as one has a Masters (librarianship!) and the other was well into her PhD before having to withdraw. Planning to meet up at some point soon. It's all good.
Except for the fact that my ex still owes me around $700, and seems to be making no effort to repay it. Not much I can do about that. (I could quite easily take some incredibly evil revenge (never send digital nude pics of yourself to someone unless you really trust that person) , but that would (rightly) trash my reputation with people that matter, and still leave me out of pocket). And basically, I am trustworthy enough that I wouldn't want to do anything remotely like that.
Got a date tonight with Sarah assuming she doesn't stand me up. Probability of that, high. (She can be a bit of a flaker, unfortunately - not just for me but for everyone).
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