Hello 
I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.
Otherwise, feel free to close this box and explore...
Travelling Without Commentary
Sad sad sad.
I really hate travelling. I mean, not things like travelling to from work
and stuff, travelling distances that take up an entire day.
I guess no-one really likes it, but if you factor in my hatred of flying ("Um, what was that noise? No seriously...") and the inevitable irritableness of a smoker in a confined space, well, it's just not something I like.
When I get home, the first thing I'm going to do is feed Biscuit, who will no-doubt be either (a) happy to see me, or (b) enormously grumpy with me.
Then I'm going to reboot Erin (natch)
There are two main differences between the journey I'm about to take, and the one I took just over two weeks ago:
Last time, I was travelling to see Amiee. Which was (of course) a stunningly wonderful thing. This time I'm travelling away from her. Which (you know) sucks.
The weird-ass time-zone thing means that I leave at 4pm today, and get home at 11am tomorrow. Which is like "WTF?"
Basically, it's a weird conjunction of two emotions:
I don't want to go home.
I can't wait to get home.
I should qualify that a little more — it's not that I'm really looking forward to getting home, it's that the minute I'm sat on the plane, I'll be away from her, and missing her, and grumpy because I'll have to sit in the one position (no doubt next to some smelly guy, with the one TV on the plane that doesn't work properly, unable to get comfy, and I'll probably fall asleep for about fifteen minutes then be Wide Awake™ the rest of the flight) and the only thing to look forward to is the minute I walk through the back doors of my flat¹
Gah
Look, I hate travelling is all. And my phone is out of battery, so no witty, hilarious running commentary on Twitter.
...
I'd best go pack...
¹ Because I gave my sister the front door keys so she could feed Biscuit.
