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Nov. 8th, 2006 01:45 pmToday I have achieved and it is not even past lunchtime.
I went to the optician.
I saw my personal tutor (who turned out to be nice and also have experience of depression and be quite useful, so that's good.)
I went to Disability Services (in the company of a dyslexic girl who I randomly accosted outside the building because I heard her asking someone where DS was, so we wandered two floors of the place looking for it together, and she was confident and actually asked people about it, so that was fun.)(fourth floor! fifth floor! fourth floor! fifth floor! this way! that way! follow the signs until they disappear! wander helplessly until you get to a different set of lifts which have a sign telling you to go to the fourth floor!)
Now I am in the computer lab.
I do not think I will do any work, even though I should. Soon I will go... well, maybe I'll go to Clarks and see if they have those shoes, as long as I remember not to ask the same girl as I did last time because she was a bit crap and also I then ran away.
God, it's just... trying to tell people about shit and I can't explain it, can't... the form I had to fill in, it had yes/no list, and one was "difficulty using public transport" and I didn't... because I can use it, physically fine, and most of the time it's not even a problem, but then every now and then I'm sitting there and there's someone behind me, or a screaming kid, and I sit there and shake until I can get the hell away. And it's not something that comes to mind when I'm asked. I have to think about it and think, actually, yeah, that sucks. Actually, I nearly hyperventilated last week because I went into a shop and I couldn't get out again fast enough. Actually, This Isn't Normal.
Sigh. Should stop messing around on uni computers. Soon they will catch that most of what I do is livejournal. It would suck if lj got blocked. More sigh. Etc.
I went to the optician.
I saw my personal tutor (who turned out to be nice and also have experience of depression and be quite useful, so that's good.)
I went to Disability Services (in the company of a dyslexic girl who I randomly accosted outside the building because I heard her asking someone where DS was, so we wandered two floors of the place looking for it together, and she was confident and actually asked people about it, so that was fun.)(fourth floor! fifth floor! fourth floor! fifth floor! this way! that way! follow the signs until they disappear! wander helplessly until you get to a different set of lifts which have a sign telling you to go to the fourth floor!)
Now I am in the computer lab.
I do not think I will do any work, even though I should. Soon I will go... well, maybe I'll go to Clarks and see if they have those shoes, as long as I remember not to ask the same girl as I did last time because she was a bit crap and also I then ran away.
God, it's just... trying to tell people about shit and I can't explain it, can't... the form I had to fill in, it had yes/no list, and one was "difficulty using public transport" and I didn't... because I can use it, physically fine, and most of the time it's not even a problem, but then every now and then I'm sitting there and there's someone behind me, or a screaming kid, and I sit there and shake until I can get the hell away. And it's not something that comes to mind when I'm asked. I have to think about it and think, actually, yeah, that sucks. Actually, I nearly hyperventilated last week because I went into a shop and I couldn't get out again fast enough. Actually, This Isn't Normal.
Sigh. Should stop messing around on uni computers. Soon they will catch that most of what I do is livejournal. It would suck if lj got blocked. More sigh. Etc.
