Disorientation

(I am writing this at home on Monday afternoon: I won't post it until Tuesday.)

Yesterday I went to the fruit and vege market. I really like going there. I got:
A broccoli for $1
A handful of runner beans (Are they called that in NZ? I'm overthinking and can't figure it out.)
White button mushrooms
A huge brown mushroom
A bunch of rhubarb for $1
A bunch of spinach for $1
An avocado for 80c
A small bunch of fresh Thai basil for $1
And (as a treat) a lotus seed moon pie

I can't remember how much the weighed items cost, but it all came to less than $10.

The basil is sitting in a glass of water on my kitchen windowsill. The rhubarb is boiled up and in a pot in my fridge. I had some on my muesli this morning.

I felt weird today; all fuzzy-like. I couldn't concentrate on the referencing and bibliographies lesson first thing this morning (although, considering the topic and the time, maybe that is not so much of a mystery). After class I was trying to make a production schedule but I couldn't get my brain to work properly. I was getting all confused, and frustrated at myself for being so confused.

When I walked home just a short while ago I still felt odd. I felt a bit disoriented, constantly surprised to find myself walking down the street. I walked past the tattoo shop in Cuba Street and I could hear the buzzing of a needle. The noise followed me long after I was out of earshot. It started to spit with rain, but I didn't take my coat out of my bag. I felt like the rain was not actually hitting me, as if I were in some kind of protective shell. Even when the raindrops increased in size and I could feel them through my sleeve, I still felt like I was inside a shell, but that there were holes in my shell. I meandered into the suprette and bought mayonnaise, then meandered back out again. As I got to my street, the spitting evolved to drizzle and I thought that it would start to clear me of my fuzziness, but still it was not quite enough. So as soon as I got home I made myself a piece of peanut butter toast and a cup of tea (my pick-me-up remedy) and now I feel better.

Normal life

I find it hard to believe that I have not yet been living in my flat for two weeks. It feels as if I have been living there for about three weeks or so. Funny how a person's sense of time can be so wonky.

I am a good girl and cook my dinner every night. Unfortunately, I have not been so good with lunches; I have a tendency to buy. But at least I know where in the area food can be bought cheap.

The course is going well. We have had a lot of interesting guest speakers come to speak to us. It is amazing how well-connected the course is. It is a totally different experience to studying at Uni. We rarely had any scientists come to speak to us who were not members of the faculty. In fact, off the top of my head, I can only remember two such circumstances in three years. Yet on the publishing course every week we get one or two guest speakers who are important people in the industry. These people take time out of their busy schedules to come and speak to us students about their experience in and with the industry, and to give us advice. I think it is a very generous thing for them to do. It also helps us as students in that we already feel like a part of the publishing world, and feel that it will be easy for us to find employment after the course finishes. I never had that feeling at all while studying for my BSc: I felt so disconnected from the real world of science.

I am not sure why, but ever since I have moved out of home again I have been making sure to watch the news every night. I was not doing that while I was at my parents' house. But now, every night at 6 o'clock I turn the TV to TV3 and watch 3news and Campbell Live - a programme I never bothered to watch before. How odd.