Oh?

Apparently two blog favourites, Alison Brie and Morena Baccarin, are appearing in the live action adaption of "Masters of the Universe". I've no interest in Masters of the Universe, but I do have an interest in seeing both actresses in films.

Groove on.

Facebook has just informed me that my favourite local band is playing CB Pub at the end of June. Last year, I attended with M. I might reach out to him to see if he fancies it this year. AM and her hubby also like this ban, so i might reach out to them to see if they're interested.

But something else to look forward to.

Ooooft.

One of the more interesting symptoms of the illness that I've had over the past two weeks was the sudden and absolute disappearance of my libido. Don't get me wrong, I'm currently single and haven't had sex in a while, so it's not like I have a partner who's feeling neglected, but I do regularly and frequently masturbate.

But not in the past two weeks. I've not given any women a thought until last night/this morning where I woke with CH on my mind, but still, it must be years since I last had a period this long where I never thought about sex or needed to ease the pressure. In fact, the last time I can recall was probably mid-2015, so that's a decade ago. I've not thought about CH in a long time, so her appearance in my thoughts this morning in an x-rated way is kind of surprising.

Long time...

I was in touch with Nerdy Girl a few days back. I've not seen her since the end of December, but a couple of illnesses and this foot thing still steadfastly refusing to go away and the weather have meant that I wasn't interested in going for a walk.

But she's in London for a few days and said she'll be in touch when she gets back. I forgot that I've got work stuff all next week, so it'll be at least a week until I see her, but I'm looking forward to it. 

Yawn.

I think I'm pretty much over this illness. Most of the symptoms were gone a few days ago, but one persists and I'm still wiped out nearly all the time, despite sleeping well. Let's hope it continues to get better over the next few days.

Oh dear.

So the Friday evening thing is postponed. I hadn't even had a chance to share that I wouldn't make it, but Friction Guy posted a message explaining that he's dealing with some family stuff at the moment, so he wouldn't make it. We'll reschedule, but my gut feeling reckon it'll be the end of March. 

D says he'll send out a list of dates at the weekend, so we'll go from there.

Oh?

One thing I've not mentioned in a while (because I've been feeling sorry for myself with this illness) is that I don't recall having issues with my foot injury.

I'd be delighted if that was the end of it. Let's see though.

What type of Introvert are you?

What type of Introvert are you?

I know I've posted before about my being an introvert, but this popped up earlier and I had to take a look. Huff Post claims there are four types, but if I am being honest, I preferred the first "article" I posted, years back  because instead of focusing on types, it mentions characteristics and you take from those what you will.

I think I was able to associate with like 9 out of the 13 traits mentioned.

Whereas in the Huff Post  article, I see myself in three of the four types.  An interesting, if flawed bit of logic, in my opinion.

HB!

It's USHW's birthday today, and I've already texted her separately, but seeing as she gets mentioned on here a lot, I thought I'd share.

So Happy Birthday, USHW, I hope you're having a good one.  (I mean, I know you are, but hey ho).

Urgh.

I'm still off work sick. I logged on to work on Monday morning but was still feeling off and hadn't slept well on Sunday night. In fact, last night was the first proper night's sleep I've had in a week. I'll probably take tomorrow off, too, then return to work on Thursday. I kinda don't have any wiggle room on that - if I'm not well enough to return to work on Thursday, tough. But at least at that point, it's only two days until the weekend.

I'm going to message D, FBS etc. tomorrow and let them know I won't be out on Friday. Even if I am fully recovered by tomorrow (which I won't be), I don't want to be going out on Friday and having a skinful of booze after ten days of illness, dehydration etc. Terribly sensible of me, even though I was really looking forward to being social and going to the pub, but there will be other opportunities.

Sunday Night Blues

I wouldn't say that I was getting better, but the symptoms have changed over the past few days. In addition to the cough (which still persists, btw), I've had a few days of my hands and feet being permanently cold, though that's back to normal. I've lost my senses of taste and smell. I'm now considering that whatever it is that I've got, is not the same chest infection I was off with at the start of January, but rather Covid.

And my sleep has been better over the past few nights. I'm getting a good few hours per night instead of the one, at best, I was getting on Wednesday and Thursday. But I would still love a complete night's rest. 

Regardless, I'm back at work tomorrow. The past few days that I've taken off were not sick days but my own personal leave allocation. I can't afford to use up any more leave, especially seeing as the core symptoms (this cough) is not showing any signs of going away. Plus I reckon I can fudge a quiet day at work.

I've already shared this with FBS, D etc. so the plans for next Friday are in jeopardy. They've agreed to postpone if I am still ill, though I think they should go out without me.

Urgh. Cough, cough, cough.

The cough mentioned in my last post has been extremely persistent over the past few days to the point where I've barely had any sleep. And that has had a knock-on effect of me taking some time off work because I can't function when I have the lurgy and no sleep. To be honest, the lack of sleep alone would be enough, but I'm not a good patient and my throat is raw due to the cough.

So, yeah, I've not been well this week. It does seem to be easing, so hopefully I'll finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

Bah.

For the second time in a month, I find myself with some kind of illness. Overnight, I've developed a cough that seems quite persistent. This is unusual because I'm usually quite resistant to cold-like illnesses to the point where I never really suffer from full-on colds or flu.

I suspect I picked this up at a funeral that I attended on Friday, probably from my sister.

Bah!

D's just been in touch to ask if I wanted to go to his tomorrow night for the Super Bowl. It used to be an annual thing, coinciding with his birthday, but we've not done it since before Covid. But, yeah, as tempted as it is to go see D, the invitation was too late.

Had he suggested it on Friday, I might have been able to take some time off work, though this would not be guaranteed.

Mucho randomness.

Way back when I was still at school, FP and I would often spend our Saturday afternoons camped at SJ's workplace - a tiny home bakery on the nearby high street. That would have been roughly around the time I mad a massive crush on her. We'd easily spend a couple of hours hanging around and chatting in between customers.

For some reason, that popped into my head this morning. Very random.

And as I am likely to have said before, SJ is one of the few people from school that I'd like to see again that I haven't seen in a long time.

Memory Lane

I had a dream last night that featured FBS quite a bit, and us having sex. I don't really remember any other details, but it reminded me of that brief period when we were sleeping together. The few details I do remember from the dream were that it took place in the house that FBS lived in at that time.

As I've said in other posts, the FBS thing was around this time of year. Or rather, it ended around this time of year, having started somewhere around the end of November. Though my memory is playing tricks on me, because I remember we were both off work the next day (a Monday). When I left FBS's house, she accompanied me to the shopping  centre on my way home and as we parted in the afternoon, FBS was going to buy D a birthday card, which would have made it around the Super Bowl weekend.

But we weren't at D's the evening before, so it wasn't actually Super Bowl Sunday.

Anyway, I do have fond memories of that two month period even if I can't actually remember the actual dates. FBS was good fun, even if I wasn't interested in proper dating, and she was great in bed.

I wonder if that was the reason for the dream? My subconscious reminding me of the time of year?

Right then...

I managed to get KfW2 on the phone, and we've had a nice twenty minute chat, though we don't have a lot of news to share. However, we have tentative plans (you've heard this before) for the start of March.

This week's too early, next week is Valentine's Day (though KfW2 claims she doesn't celebrate it), the week after I'll be out with D, FBS etc. and the following week is KfW2's husband's birthday.

It's interesting that the second weekend in March is when we've seemingly done a few things. I recall taking her out for a milestone birthday back in 2017 on that weekend and I'm sure there are at least a couple of other nights out.

But I hope this pans out. If not, then the count will be 15 months since we last saw each other, face-to-face, and that's really disappointing for me.

Don't tell anyone, but I'm actually really excited.

Fence-y that.

In the aftermath of last week's Storm Eowyn, my neighbour has need to replace our dividing fence. However, she didn't tell me that the contractor would require access to my garden and that there would be digging involved. That's a concern when you have buried oil pipes running from my oil talk to my boiler.

However, a quick chat with the contractor and there are no issues, and I've even asked him to get me a quote for some fencing that I want done. I'm feeling quite productive today, even if I do have that post-night out lethargy.

Good times.

"Are you a hugger?" That was Quiet Girl's opening sentence. I absolutely am a hugger, so I gladly took the proffered hug. Stalky Guy was a little reluctant but gave in.

Quiet Girl removed her coat and hoodie to reveal a Community t-shirt.

"I love your t-shirt!" I was quick to say.

And that got us started on a conversation about Community and general TV. Stalky Guy didn't know what Community was, so his contribution was trying to get the subject away to something that he liked. That's Stalky Guy for you.

I've been out with QG twice since last summer when I think her friend was hinting that I get in touch, but QG's said nothing since and her friend hasn't been out.

QG left around 9 PM. Stalky Guy and I last until around 11 PM and we came home. It was nice to get out, it was great seeing QG again and even Stalky GUy wasn't being a pain in the ass. A good result all round, then.