Nothin' Like Tomorrow
Friday, July 18th, 2003 12:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverai
Lotsa stuff to say!
Ok. Chronological order is the ony I'm going to be able to relay this coherantly in one lot. Keep reading through the day's events, because they get _really_ good/bad about the time they're supposed to be quiet so you can get sleep.
First off, a friend read my livejournal entry for Wednesday about Tuesday night, and came and visited me. Nice friend :) We stayed around my computer for a while despite my headache the previous night until Z icq-ed the right combination of words to get me off: "* Sigi don't like you being all ill :( ". Ain't that sweet? So I got off the computer, and we decided we should probably get some food at Midland gate (shopping complex). Before we left,, I realised I _still_ hadn't got a present for Z (as I've said before, he's soooo hard to buy for), so I looked while we were there and I actually found one. Yay! We had food, wandered around some more. I went into my acting-like-a-kid state/mood, and was also getting depressed again, but my friend bought me an ice-cream, and which kid can stay depressed after that? :)
Came back home, but by then kid-state turned into lethargic state *sigh*. So I made lotsa calls, got my shift for that night replaced, organised some stuff with my brother from Sydney, etc. My poor friend just sat on the couch the whole while I was on the phone for ages, so I invited for him to stay for tea and watch a movie. Was a good night. Friend went home, I got ready for bed, and convinced Z he wanted to come to bed too.
Here's where it gets good/bad. Z, as usual, made it to bed before me. He was reading, with his feet on the water bottle. When I get in, he always pushes the water bottle over for my freezing cold feet to use. This time, he made some motions for that effect, and then started screaming and thrashing about in the covers. Kinda like how I'd react if I thought a huge spider was crawling on me under the covers. I was going "What?! what?!" and he was getting out of those covers _fast_. We found out we needed a new water bottle in a horrible way. Poor Z's feet were all burnt, and some of the boiling water with a nasty streak splashed up onto the back of one of his thighs, although not too big a patch. Eep. So with pained Z, and wet bed, the night was already eventful.
The doona was completely wet, so we dragged it out and threw it over the clothesline. The blankets survived, so we dragged them into the lounge room for a new bed consisting of a single bed mattress for my side and the cushion things from the lounge chair for Z's side. It was kinda like camping, only with no stars. We both wore our jackets to bed, and I put on double socks (_very_ cold feet). It's about 11/11:30pm by this time. Z couldn't get to sleep cos he was hurting too much.
At 12am, more events happened. The Tractor (Holden Jackaroo) had been stolen the previous night. Z had told me about it when he was making tea, but I didn't hear despite him saying later I had acknowledged it *heh*, so I asked later after dropping my friend back home and he told me again. So, at 12am, the cops called up and said they had found it (Z had reported it stolen) in Claremont, right near the train station. No sleep for us! We got a little more dressed, although we were mostly dressed already from trying to be warm, and then I drove Z out to where the Tractor was. Looks like they didn't just steal the stereo and sub-woofers (while leaving behind what Z says is a really good amp (Alpine something) ), but they also took it joy-riding. It ran like shit when we found it, but Z thought it might make it home. It was not to be. A few hundred metres down the road he pulled over cos it was over-heating. We waited around for 40mins for the tow guy to turn up in the cold, which was good for Z's bare burnt feet. At 2:30am, we're finally getting into bed again. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep :)
Z slept in and called up work to tell them he wasn't going in, but they had made a cake cos Saturday is his birthday. They always have cakes for people's birthdays there. So he went in anyway at about 10:30 this morning. He put shoes on too, much to my disgust, cos he took his motorbike. I offered to drive him in so he didn't have to wear shoes on his burnt feet, but he said his feet didn't really hurt anymore, even though they were really red. His feet haven't blistered yet, I think mostly due to the freezing cold air while we were waiting for the tow guy.
And yes, one of my thoughts in my head during most of these late-night activities was "man, I got some really good stuff to update with /now/ " *heh*
Ok. Chronological order is the ony I'm going to be able to relay this coherantly in one lot. Keep reading through the day's events, because they get _really_ good/bad about the time they're supposed to be quiet so you can get sleep.
First off, a friend read my livejournal entry for Wednesday about Tuesday night, and came and visited me. Nice friend :) We stayed around my computer for a while despite my headache the previous night until Z icq-ed the right combination of words to get me off: "* Sigi don't like you being all ill :( ". Ain't that sweet? So I got off the computer, and we decided we should probably get some food at Midland gate (shopping complex). Before we left,, I realised I _still_ hadn't got a present for Z (as I've said before, he's soooo hard to buy for), so I looked while we were there and I actually found one. Yay! We had food, wandered around some more. I went into my acting-like-a-kid state/mood, and was also getting depressed again, but my friend bought me an ice-cream, and which kid can stay depressed after that? :)
Came back home, but by then kid-state turned into lethargic state *sigh*. So I made lotsa calls, got my shift for that night replaced, organised some stuff with my brother from Sydney, etc. My poor friend just sat on the couch the whole while I was on the phone for ages, so I invited for him to stay for tea and watch a movie. Was a good night. Friend went home, I got ready for bed, and convinced Z he wanted to come to bed too.
Here's where it gets good/bad. Z, as usual, made it to bed before me. He was reading, with his feet on the water bottle. When I get in, he always pushes the water bottle over for my freezing cold feet to use. This time, he made some motions for that effect, and then started screaming and thrashing about in the covers. Kinda like how I'd react if I thought a huge spider was crawling on me under the covers. I was going "What?! what?!" and he was getting out of those covers _fast_. We found out we needed a new water bottle in a horrible way. Poor Z's feet were all burnt, and some of the boiling water with a nasty streak splashed up onto the back of one of his thighs, although not too big a patch. Eep. So with pained Z, and wet bed, the night was already eventful.
The doona was completely wet, so we dragged it out and threw it over the clothesline. The blankets survived, so we dragged them into the lounge room for a new bed consisting of a single bed mattress for my side and the cushion things from the lounge chair for Z's side. It was kinda like camping, only with no stars. We both wore our jackets to bed, and I put on double socks (_very_ cold feet). It's about 11/11:30pm by this time. Z couldn't get to sleep cos he was hurting too much.
At 12am, more events happened. The Tractor (Holden Jackaroo) had been stolen the previous night. Z had told me about it when he was making tea, but I didn't hear despite him saying later I had acknowledged it *heh*, so I asked later after dropping my friend back home and he told me again. So, at 12am, the cops called up and said they had found it (Z had reported it stolen) in Claremont, right near the train station. No sleep for us! We got a little more dressed, although we were mostly dressed already from trying to be warm, and then I drove Z out to where the Tractor was. Looks like they didn't just steal the stereo and sub-woofers (while leaving behind what Z says is a really good amp (Alpine something) ), but they also took it joy-riding. It ran like shit when we found it, but Z thought it might make it home. It was not to be. A few hundred metres down the road he pulled over cos it was over-heating. We waited around for 40mins for the tow guy to turn up in the cold, which was good for Z's bare burnt feet. At 2:30am, we're finally getting into bed again. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep :)
Z slept in and called up work to tell them he wasn't going in, but they had made a cake cos Saturday is his birthday. They always have cakes for people's birthdays there. So he went in anyway at about 10:30 this morning. He put shoes on too, much to my disgust, cos he took his motorbike. I offered to drive him in so he didn't have to wear shoes on his burnt feet, but he said his feet didn't really hurt anymore, even though they were really red. His feet haven't blistered yet, I think mostly due to the freezing cold air while we were waiting for the tow guy.
And yes, one of my thoughts in my head during most of these late-night activities was "man, I got some really good stuff to update with /now/ " *heh*
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Date: 2003-07-20 08:23 am (UTC)