This is a quick entry.

First of all, I wanted to say

THANK YOU

headinclouds and

twicedead for being wonderously supportive and good to me over long distances, and to

lanfykins,

pierot,

wildrogue,

ksirafai, and

aardnebby for being great and patient in person. I am aware I have been stressed and panicked lately, and currently appear to have created whole new mountain ranges in the back garden, with only one small mole to help me in these constructions.

You are all appreciated and are all loved.

Secondly, I thought I'd do a quick overall look at my life, preferably written while I'm not fretting about anything.

I'm approaching the end of term now. Tomorrow is my last ever tutorial. I'm writing up the last of the relentless stream of weekly essays, and then all I have to write in the future will be two assessed essays, and my dissertation.

My dissertation is actually going rather well at the moment. Carlisle is a wonderful place, for it has evidence of romanitas into the fifth century. Selkirkshire is even better. The christians up there obligingly carved an assortment of grave stones in Latin in the fifth century. Probably just because they wanted to help me out. I've got a good collection of notes and I'm beginning to get quite hopeful about how it might pan out.

Essay-wise - my essays are getting a lot better. I'm now back to hearing a phrase I used to hear during my first degree; "It's a very well written and well structured essay". OK, so then the criticism comes, but I know how to write essays again.

I am tired. I am little burnt out on the constant essay writing, and today I realised that the hospital worry was getting to me as I began to phase out horribly during my morning lecture, but term is nearly over and I'm feeling pretty positive about the rest of my masters.

Health wise - I'm pretty much sorted on the hospital stuff, except for the slippers. I've not found a pair of slippers quite vile enough to make me feel good about buying them. I need something the size of footballs in animal shaped fluff. My hospital-phobia is acting up a bit, but this last week I've actually been mostly calm. I'm using SLA Industries as a distraction tool horribly (

wildrogue and

pierot have angelically indulged me in this) and I'm occasionally requiring soothing, but I do know it will be OK.

I am a bit anxious on occasion. On some days I feel like I am having to swallow all this tension and stress and then a little thing will happen and I'll find I've got nothing left and go KABOOM. I'm getting stressed over little things, and I wish I wasn't. Hopefully the morphine will stop that when I actually get in to hospital.

I'm also being photographed by

mortalcity on Saturday which I'm really looking forward to. I get to see

hildekitten as well which should be nice.

And finally, would anyone out there be interested in a 7th Sea larp, either ongoing or one off? Elle and I got to discussing last night whether it would be feasible to run one. If so - what kind of 7th Sea style larp would people find interesting?