These words

Feeling anxious and worried about sleeping tonight. Thought writing something might help with that.

Is it not tradition to begin with an apology for not writing more? In this case, been beset by ongoing struggling with schoolwork, a shortage of staff at the library seeing me work several weeks on full-time hours, and an unfortunate incident of tripping over my laptop and knocking it to the floor, rendering its screen useless.

Have gotten around that last by hooking it up to our old desktop PC monitor, which works well enough but ties me to my desk or some other suitably large, stable location. Pretty fortunate it is still working as well as it does, although there have been some worrying signs of further instability, including a few days where it couldn't load /., and a few days after that where I had to make do without a GUI.

Fortunately my computer is looking a bit more stable for the moment, and on Thursday and Friday I managed to turn in a couple of assignments that had been giving me a lot of stress.

Momentarily, we look up.

I'm feeling a bit desocialised, which says to me I ought to be better at responding to what others post. Who, after all, enjoys engaging with someone who does not engage with them? But it is hard, I worry I will come across as cheesy, annoying and insincere. Most especially, I just don't know what to say, and fear being inappropriate. An intrusive stranger.

Tend to think maybe I ought to find some interest community, join in and conversate. But I suspect I would not do much participating  Perhaps worth trying anyway?

Menace follows me, hiding in the gaps where I cannot see.

So, let's talk. Yesterday I made a nice dinner for myself. "Pan-fried scrod in butter sauce", the book called it. Very straightfoward, very quick. No ingredients except only cod fillets, butter, nutmeg and lemon juice. Too insubstantial without a side dish unfortunately. Also unfortunately, no one else to share it with. Sister was at a late night barbecue with her boyfriend, and the rest of my family in Canberra for a flower show.

And I've just realised it is nearly midnight yet I've eaten only breakfast and lunch today. No wonder I keep feeling hungry. Well rats.

Better go take care of that; need to be up early for the library.