And what was she, the fairy Melusine?

 An annoying side effect of having to resubmit two pieces of work in the last fortnight is I am now 1) completely paranoid about having to do so again 2) obsessively worrying about needing to do so on the current assignment, to the extent that I have spent far too much time and energy on it. 

(On the plus side I passed the first resubmit)

 I got onto two courses for September: Access to Higher education and A2 English. Two days in college plus study at home, texts including "The Dubliners" and "Whitsun Weddings", local Adult Ed college who've been good about the mental health and dyspraxia (need to email them before course starts about trans stuff, just to get it clear).

I'm volunteering at a local charity shop, which is weirdly confidence boosting. Am good at calmly doing monotonous things which are somewhat important. And this is an employable skill set.

I got my eyes tested and have new free glasses coming soon! Woo, NHS. I also, thanks to a kind friend, have a shiny sort of new macbook (a lot newer than M, my 2006 computer who, after a few valiant last gasps, stopped being able to type). Or, y'know, cope with the world in which he existed now  and 2013 internet. 

Therapy from last year is sticking, which helps. Also, after six years of people wanting to focus on my mental health issues and sorting my life out, and being a mental health guinea pig, I'm starting to be able to stand up to mental health services a bit more (i.e. get the things I want out of them, but realise that I don't have to go to every group/thing that is recommended if it is sending my anxiety through the roof, and asserting boundaries and stuff)

And I am talking to people, actual live people who I care about on a nearly daily basis, and not having a freakout when I am a bit odd because of mental health.

After losing my job I had several very good days. A friend was staying, other friends were round or visiting, the people I love and care about were being amazing, either from a distance or in person. My nurse was good. And I did know the magnitude of it, but I was dealing.

I lost the job that was meant to be a new start. I "might have bitten off more than you can chew". They probably had every right to fire me, or it was understandable that they did. I probably can work again quite soon, but I will have had this. I think I do probably have to look into flexible work/work from home.

It is okay though. I have awesome friends, a Webster, and multi coloured hair.

So I just wrote an essay. Admittedly its not so good, and it's too short to be a proper essay, but there's one semi decent paragraph there and that's a good thing. And it means that I have *finally* written something about TITN, which is a mountain I was waiting to climb. Off course I'm now procrastinating from the next essay by updating my LJ.

Will review Betty Blue, probably on pseudo-bohemian-loser.blogspot.com, later today, when I have more to say than this: beautiful, circular, haunting, tragic film which is exceptionally well acted. I was slightly infuriated (okay, I was infuriated) by a friend saying that Dalle isn't terribly good in it. 

An Hamlet essay awaits.

...anything apart from write about Eleonore Duplay and read Byatt. This is a problem since I should be rereading Hamlet. And just generally working. The kettles or other things ate my brain over the summer.

Can anyone help me resolve a not a dispute so much as mutual wondering, and inform me of the best music to which one should listen while reading Terry Pratchett? Apparently the Smiths, because both they and Terry Pratchett make me happy, isn't valid unless its for me alone. So far we have Kings of Convenience, and that's about it. Oh, and AS Byatt combined with listening to Kate Bush is perfection personified. Ideally I want to find a match like that for Terry Pratchett. In other news, I am very much failing to work, since the siren lure of TVITG and Kate Bush are preventing me from doing so. But off to the library now.