I'm glad to see that my Days Of Our Livejournals was a success. Watch out for the complete series on DVD some time soon.

Maybe.

I'm tired. My legs are sore. I did another long workout today. And most of it was done while two other people were in the gym. I'm happy about that. Instead of finishing up fast and getting out I just kept going. Strongman me.

I impressed with my google skills today too. In the computer room. Lone had to find out where the UN headquarters in New York were situated. And while the others scrambled to try and find out I nonchalantly googled it up and gave them the answer. If only I could get a job as a google expert. Then I'd be set.

Just when I finished my Access book of lessons Charlotte, the psych, came in. She wanted to talk to me when I had time. So that was good timing since I had lots of time. I went with her. She had a statement thing I had to read through and approve. A synopsis of my situation and problems. The plan is still that I should go to the anxiety clinic place to get better help. But seems like it's not as easy as she had thought. I need to have a diagnosis to go there. And she can't give me one. So I think I'm going to have to see some psychiatrists at another Reva center to get diagnosed. Don't ask me how it all works. I guess Charlotte is a therapist and therefore can't make a diagnosis. Or whatever. Basically I suppose I need someone to tell me that I'm screwed up enough to get to go to that clinic. So I'm crossing my fingers that I'm insane enough but not too insane. We'll see.

Tomorrow is the "normal" doctor's appointment. I am nervous about it. I haven't been to the doctor for many, many years. I don't feel like going. But I have to. I know. I know. Hopefully he can make a diagnosis too. So I can get rid of the tiredness maybe. I suppose he'll take tests. I don't know what I like least, a urine sample or a blood sample. Can't he just wave a tricorder at me or something? I'll make the 'bleep bleep' sound effects myself if I have to. Modern science my ass. Sticking needles in people isn't science, it's voodoo! Voodoo I tell you.

I'll survive I guess. It's for the best. Plus I'll be severely late for work so when it's done it will almost be weekend.

Let me turn my attention to TV for a moment. I saw Tina Dickow on the tellyvision today. It's still strange. When I see her I see the nice girl from class. I see the girl who asked her boyfriend to move over so she could hear what I said when we did latin lessons. And there she is on the screen, there she is getting awards. It's just weird. She was on the Danish program Rundfunk. With a couple of guys from Zero 7. They did an acoustic Home. Beautiful. She looks so grown up. I still remember her as a 17 year old school kid. Strange thought, all those people I used to go to school with are now old and grown. Adults. I hope to be one myself some day.

Also I have been watching On The Air. Pure genious. I don't know why it was cancelled. It's so bad that it easily, EASILY, moves into the category of 'so bad it's good'. I guess people saw Mark Frost and David Lynch and thought it would be another Twin Peaks. I just find it hilarious. But then I was always easily amused.

So what?
So buttons on my underwear.

Brilliant. Who doesn't love the hurry-up twins? And Miguel Ferrer, haha. All they needed was David Duchovny in drag and it would've been a success. They really ought to release this on DVD. Anyway. I recommend you get this if you in any legal way can. It may be old. It may be bad. But all the more reason to enjoy it.

And that's it. Cue telecine.

np: nothing