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I'm not actually writing this. I 'm not here. You didn't hear me.
This is me not having access to LJ. I find that I can't go for long without trying to update it, even if I'm not supposed to.
So far the bridge has been mediocre (mine, anyway), the company wonderful, and the rest and sleep at a premium. I find that this time I haven't had to remind my bridge partner to eat. I've realised that my eyes are deteriorating over the course of a three hour session - and with these glasses which are not as big as the glasses I had for so many years, I tend to look under the focussed area to look at my cards - which is going blurry. Twice today whilst walking or running, my ankle decided to dislocate and relocate itself and it is now strapped up very nicely thankyou Iestyn.
My SO will, by this time, have received the letter I wrote him before I left. I like to write to him about my day, it's much cheaper than phone calls, and I don't feel embarrassed about other people hearing me say the things I write in the ending paragraph - just keeping the home fires burning, you understand. It's also a form of communication that doesn't rely on timing, and cannot be destroyed by power failure. I like writing him letters.
No alcohol until next Saturday, unless we don't get into the finals. I keep getting offered drinks of yummy things and having to say no because I'm being responsible, dammit!
This is me, foggily brainwrecked, signing off.
This is me not having access to LJ. I find that I can't go for long without trying to update it, even if I'm not supposed to.
So far the bridge has been mediocre (mine, anyway), the company wonderful, and the rest and sleep at a premium. I find that this time I haven't had to remind my bridge partner to eat. I've realised that my eyes are deteriorating over the course of a three hour session - and with these glasses which are not as big as the glasses I had for so many years, I tend to look under the focussed area to look at my cards - which is going blurry. Twice today whilst walking or running, my ankle decided to dislocate and relocate itself and it is now strapped up very nicely thankyou Iestyn.
My SO will, by this time, have received the letter I wrote him before I left. I like to write to him about my day, it's much cheaper than phone calls, and I don't feel embarrassed about other people hearing me say the things I write in the ending paragraph - just keeping the home fires burning, you understand. It's also a form of communication that doesn't rely on timing, and cannot be destroyed by power failure. I like writing him letters.
No alcohol until next Saturday, unless we don't get into the finals. I keep getting offered drinks of yummy things and having to say no because I'm being responsible, dammit!
This is me, foggily brainwrecked, signing off.
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