Afternoon and night are becoming very similar

It's half past six and it's pitch dark outside. Has been for the last two hours or so. That's December for you, I guess.

It's certainly starting to feel more and more like Christmas. My normal way of judging when the season begins is the first time I come across a Coca-Cola Christmas advert and I heard one on the radio a couple of days ago.

I know it's an unusual way to judge the start of such a well-defined period but it's proven remarkably accurate over the years – particularly as most other companies seem to kick off their Christmas marketing in late January these days.

There is, of course, also the ever reliable advent calendar* for keeping you up to date with the countdown to Christmas but they don't seem to carry enough significance for some reason. Unless they have chocolate in them


Anyway, it's a fair bit later in the night now and I still have some stuff to clear away and pack for school tomorrow, so I'll try to wrap this up pretty quickly, if you don't mind. Well, I'd do it if you did mind anyway, since I don't know who you are (mostly) and thus I don't care about your opinion. Which reminds me, need to get those visitor numbers from Skippy.


While the days are getting shorter and lights that were hung across streets in early November have had their lighting up ceremonies, I haven't quite got into the Christmas spirit entirely yet, despite that distinct sense that it's there around me. I guess I'll relax a little once the holidays arrive and I can stop worrying about various deadlines (several upcoming tests plus my Computing and Physics projects needing to be finished and started respectively before the end of term on the 14th) and start worrying about what presents I'm not going to get.

And that reminds me of something else; I need to check that my mum has ordered that copy of OS X Leopard. She's something of a technophobe who barely understands what it even is let alone trying to order it off the Apple website, so I doubt it.

But you never know. My brother may have helped her or something.


One final point. As much as I dislike writing about (and hearing about and being asked about and, especially, having) this pilonidal sinus thing, I feel I have to mention a couple of things about it. The first is good news and the second is a minor annoyance. The good news is that it seems to be healing nicely, despite the fact that I'll apparently still be needing fresh dressings every other day until the new year. I've at least been able to go through today without taking painkillers. I suspect I'll need them for bed though.

The annoying thing is a sub-annoyance of the whole “having to go into hospital every morning” thing. While it never came up last week, when I went in both today and yesterday, the nurses were under the impression that I was to have a bath before the dressings were changed. I told the one yesterday that I had one at home and I figured that'd be the end of it but no, it happened again this morning. Twice, with two different nurses.

The second part of this is that I've never had the same kind of dressing twice, and half of them have been useless. Either they don't cover enough area or they simply don't stick on and require some emergency use of some old surgical tape that my mum had in a cupboard somewhere.

What I can gather from all this is that, filed somewhere in my local hospital, is a little note that says I need a bath at the hospital, which I don't, but not what kind of dressing I should have on the wound. Not exactly inspiring stuff.


Enough about that now. I still need to do those things I mentioned needing to do a few paragraphs of complaining ago, so I'm gonna go do them and then I'm going to take some painkillers and get to bed.

Have a nice day.






*My current one is a semi-3D sled thing with a cut-out of Santa in the middle. Don't look at me like that.