Well I was keen today not to come back on here and start blogging about utter boring rubbish, but I was intending to do an entry for Saturday and now the clock has defeated me and it is already technically Sunday. This shows you how busy I have been writing my first ever sociology essay - ooooooo. Not that it is finished as yet. I was a bit disappointed tonight as I had been hoping to catch a glimpse of the aurora borealis as promised by http://www.dcs.lancs.ac.uk/iono/aurorawatch/ several days ago but unfortunately I have learnt that:-
large black snow clouds + low level of geomagnetic activity ≠ northern lights.
I went to uni today which was fairly uneventful, apart from I was wearing little canvas pumps, not realising that we had had actual snow overnight. I love the university building though, I will definitely take some photos next time I am there and show you. It is in a really new part of Leeds Met - the outside of which has fascinated me since it was built mid 2010. The inside is just as high quality and impressive.
I have some rather exciting plans for tomorrow which I am really looking forward to now. My housemate Pippa and me are having a girly day, starting with breakfast and shopping (she needs a bit of a pick me up as she is having man trouble) then a fish foot pedicure, jogging in my favourite park and a bit of a makeover. I don't feel great about the fish or the jogging but I always said I would try anything once. I will let you know how it all goes, maybe do a day in photos type entry using my hipstamatic app for my iphone. I love the way the photos come out on it even though for me personally it feels like I am cheating the world of analogue photography which is close to my heart.
Speaking of man trouble (err was I?), I am having a bit of my own at the moment. Not trouble with my man as such but the man in my life is having troubles. It is making me a bit upset and I know I am overreacting and being a typical hormonal woman about it and making it all about myself but I can't help that unfortunately. He has now been back to the doctors about his tummy/bowel problems and they have prescribed him a very low dose of anti-depressants. I know that they have done this because they think his problems are all down to stress but I can't help feeling like a) there is more to it than that, b) I don't want him to start on a drug which is so hard to ever come off once you are feeling better and c) I absolutely HATE the idea of him being "depressed" because it makes me feel like I am not good enough and let him down in some way. Rational Claire knows that this is ridiculous on a lot of levels because his stress/depression are all related to his work life anyway, the doctors have only given him a tiny dose to see if it helps his tummy not because they think he is clinically depressed or anything and also I shouldn't be making his problems about me. But the other Claire, feels crap for not being able to help him without the need for a drug intervention like a good fiancee could and I also feel terrible about buying our own home as it means he has to stay in a job he hates to make the mortgage payments. Hopefully in a few weeks he will have his tummy all sorted and then he can come off the drugs and be happy Dave again, although I can't help feeling as if, drugs or no drugs this is all an impossible dream until he finds a new job.