Well actually that should read Sunday... It's the day when the stress of the week really kicked off, and I became a bit of a wreck. Well, a lot of a wreck actually.
For some stupid reason I managed to notice the clock at some point in the afternoon and the thought 'in 15 hours I'll be telling my team' came to mind. Stupid! If anything is sure to make me panic and stress it's counting down hours until something happens... I called my parents and had a long chat with my mum - who again offered to fly here to be with me during the week and managed to get me somewhat calmed down - and ordered me to have a cognac (a Christmas pressent from my parents last year) to help.
Sunday night I pretty much did not sleep. I went to bed and took a valerian tablet to help me relax and it worked; for a few hours. Then I was awake, panicing and stressing in bed from 2:30 until 5:40 when the alarm went off. I managed to do some breathing exercises to make sure I got some rest even if sleep did alude me.
I got to work on Monday morning then the stress hit me completely, I honestly can't tell you what I did for the first two hours (except check my watch every couple of minutes to see if it was time for the team meeting). We all made our way to the meeting room and rather than try to talk around the issue and lead up to it I just said what was going to happen the next morning. It seemed the easiest way. Cue lots of shock, and one guy in the team looking like a bowling ball for a couple of minutes. Then a few questions, a bit of explanation and a some talk. All of it positive, no negative reactions at all. Phew :)
When we ran out of questions I told my team that the other department meeting that was planned later in the morning was to tell everyone else, and at the same time the other business unit managers would be telling their people too; and asked them not to discuss it in front of others until that time. Saying that caused the stress that was receding to start building again and our web master came out with a fantastic phrase for me...
'If anyone gives you any grief about this, just tell them that your team is completely behind you'
I don't think I could have asked for a better reaction than that from him!
30 mins of stressing again and we were in the biggest meeting room, with the whole department - about 30 people I think. My boss was giving the news, with me there to answer any questions that I felt I could answer but with the instruction that if I got to stressed I was just to leave. He brought the news over to the team 'X is in a process of transition and as of tomorrow we will have a female team lead in IT, Stacy.' Cue lots of quizzical faces and our one female developers asking the question that I have since found out was in the minds of a few others. 'But what will X be doing as of tomorrow then?' I couldn't help but smile here, and answered that I was going to be Stacy. My boss said some other things (which I can't remember) and asked if there were any questions. None came back and so we went back to work. Well we didn't... I got back to my room to find it filled with people and we spent the next 30 minutes chatting about it. Again the reactions I had were great. There were the people who were shocked, and the people who said something along the lines of 'I always knew that you were somewhat feminine, but never really thought anything of it.'
The rest of the day I tried to keep working (failed miserably) and tried to make some calls to ex-colleagues so that they found out from me and not from other people. There were 4 people that I really wanted to tell in person (well 5, but one is visiting family back in India so I knew he couldn't be there) and so I tried to arrange to see them. I think I managed to scare a few people that day. 'Hi it's X. I have some news for you, but it's not something I really want to tell you over the phone. Can you meet me in a cafe at 4:30?' Now... I made these calls between 12:30 and 2:30 PM, not giving people much time to be able to get there, and I was expecting a rather 'hmm, that could be really difficult' response. The first person I called couldn't make it - he was in bed sniffling - so I had to tell him over the phone.
Wow... Really! You're not joking?! (I've become accustomed to the last one in recent days) was the response. This is a person that I was dreading telling, there is a story somewhere on this blog about why - he has come out with a very scary story in the past - but he was fine. 'You are still going to BBQ next year aren't you?' was one of his responses. We had a bit of a chat, which was cut short as my boss then called my phone to find out where I was as I was late for the team lead meeting (oops).
The others just commented that it was very mysterious and that they would be there. Including a guy on the other side of the country in a business meeting (which he said he couldn't concentrate on after the call as he thought something very serious was wrong).
At 4:30 I got the cafe where two of the group where already there, we chatted for a while as we had to wait for the last to turn up (he brought his wife with him as we know each other as well) and when everyone had their drinks and we were all sitting down they demanded to know what was wrong. I told them. Three times. Again: No?! Really?! You're joking aren't you? When they understood that it was not a joke and the shock had worn off a little we chatted for an hour. It turns out that they all had the same couple of thoughts. I'd quit and wanted a job (they all have their own companies since leaving the company I work for). I'd quit to start my own company and wanted some freelance work. I'd started my own company and had an amazing idea for a startup but needed some collaboration to get it off the ground (I wish...). I was seriously ill and not long for this world (thankfully not! That is thankfully not serious ill, not thankfully not long for this world).
The wife of my friend said that we needed a getting to know Stacy party in the new year. I like the idea, after all I don't see these people day in, day out and I would be good for them to meet the real me sooner rather than later. I am just not sure if I am going to be hosting a winter BBQ (I like the idea I must admit) or just to go for drinks one evening after work.
The responses from all were amazing, and I was really impressed that I have friends who will drop everything and drive across the country if something is important. We are not the closest of friends (we see each other 4 or 5 times a year at most) but obviously we are very good friends - that was a little overwhelming when I stopped to think about it.
We had to leave before one of our party had his car clamped - he had not put enough money in the machine to park very long :) And I still had a couple of people that I needed to tell - unfortunately I knew that I was not going to be able to tell them in person so I had to call.
One was another ex-colleague from where I work now, and I always watch at least one match of the 6 nations with her. I called her, told her and guessed correctly from her voice that she already knew (I kind of figured that she would do as she is close friends with a few people in my department still). She was very supportive, and came out almost immediately with 'You're are still coming to the 6 nations aren't you? You're not going to make me go on my own?' Again we chatted for a while about this and other things before I had to go. I was home by now and needed to cook, then there was one last call of the day.
This time to a colleague who I worked with a while ago. Again he took it fantastically, and made sure I was still throwing my yearly BBQ in the summer. I don't think I could have asked for better responses so far.
After that it's a bit of a blur and exhaustion was really setting in. My parents called to check how I was doing, I watched Only Connect (wonderful program - makes you feel really stupid ;p) and went to bed. And slept!
Sorry for the long post, but I guess there was a lot to tell!
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Sunday, 18 December 2011
Sunday, 28 August 2011
I need a new weekend!
Every year I throw a bring your own BBQ for the my department (plus partners). I do a bring a steak, bring a bottle just because that way I don't stress about who is going to turn up. If they do we have food, and if they don't we are not wasting anything.
So yesterday was spent playing with the new computer, cleaning the house and garden, taking a Volvo full of stuff to the local tip and putting up a couple of party tents in case it rained.
I've thrown this BBQ for the last 5 years and it has rained every single year. This year was no exception - it came down in torrents (OK not New York / New Jersey torrents, but a lot!) But everyone seemed to have a good time, we ate, drank and were merry. I managed to keep track of what I was drinking so I had much less than I have in the past. I didn't eat too much meat either, I was actually a little proud of myself for not going all out. Until the cup cakes someone brought for dessert came out. I had 1 chocolate, 1 lemon, 1 blueberry and then another chocolate. And then felt really guilty!
We got the garden fire out once the rain stopped a little and it started to get dark got that going to keep everyone warm.
As we are all starting to get a little older people start leaving earlier - in the first couple of years people stayed until 2ish, yesterday most people were gone by midnight, and the last left at 1ish. A friend of Mrs Stace was staying with us, rather than catching a train home, and the three of us chatted away until nearly 2. I knew when we went to bed that it was too late and I was going to regret it, and indeed I do! I'm exhausted! I feel like I have lungfuls of smoke from the fire, and that I need to go back to bed!
Thankfully everything was left quite clean outside, and we can't dismantle the tents until they dry (June next year?) we just have the Kitchen to sort out. Also not really that much of a problem, I just have to get off the sofa to do it...
I guess I had better do that now, my parents-in-law are coming for a drink in half an hour. I hope that I can stay awake whilst they are here!
So yesterday was spent playing with the new computer, cleaning the house and garden, taking a Volvo full of stuff to the local tip and putting up a couple of party tents in case it rained.
I've thrown this BBQ for the last 5 years and it has rained every single year. This year was no exception - it came down in torrents (OK not New York / New Jersey torrents, but a lot!) But everyone seemed to have a good time, we ate, drank and were merry. I managed to keep track of what I was drinking so I had much less than I have in the past. I didn't eat too much meat either, I was actually a little proud of myself for not going all out. Until the cup cakes someone brought for dessert came out. I had 1 chocolate, 1 lemon, 1 blueberry and then another chocolate. And then felt really guilty!
We got the garden fire out once the rain stopped a little and it started to get dark got that going to keep everyone warm.
As we are all starting to get a little older people start leaving earlier - in the first couple of years people stayed until 2ish, yesterday most people were gone by midnight, and the last left at 1ish. A friend of Mrs Stace was staying with us, rather than catching a train home, and the three of us chatted away until nearly 2. I knew when we went to bed that it was too late and I was going to regret it, and indeed I do! I'm exhausted! I feel like I have lungfuls of smoke from the fire, and that I need to go back to bed!
Thankfully everything was left quite clean outside, and we can't dismantle the tents until they dry (June next year?) we just have the Kitchen to sort out. Also not really that much of a problem, I just have to get off the sofa to do it...
I guess I had better do that now, my parents-in-law are coming for a drink in half an hour. I hope that I can stay awake whilst they are here!
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
4 days, 5 hours sleep! Or: A Temp Remedy for the GD
Or at least that is what it is starting feel like at the moment. I must have woken up in excuciating pain every 20 mins last night. It got that bad I moved to the spare room so that Mrs Stace could get some sleep as she had to get up for work.
Paracetammol isn't touching it anymore. The doctor has given me a different type of painkiller to gargle with alongside the paracetamol (how do you spell that?) to see if it helps. She doesn't want to do penecilin yet (fine with me if I can avoid it). So far today it's *better* but not good...
And having the pain for the last 4 days has definately blunted the GD in the short term. I am too focused on my tonsils. Not something I would reccomend though :)
Oddest thing... My doctor was ill so I had a replacement. Another person that now knows who I am. It was strange reading the last conversation (*that* conversation) I had with my doctor on the computer screen.
Update: I've just noticed that this is my 41st posting. I never thought I'd make it this far when I started.
Paracetammol isn't touching it anymore. The doctor has given me a different type of painkiller to gargle with alongside the paracetamol (how do you spell that?) to see if it helps. She doesn't want to do penecilin yet (fine with me if I can avoid it). So far today it's *better* but not good...
And having the pain for the last 4 days has definately blunted the GD in the short term. I am too focused on my tonsils. Not something I would reccomend though :)
Oddest thing... My doctor was ill so I had a replacement. Another person that now knows who I am. It was strange reading the last conversation (*that* conversation) I had with my doctor on the computer screen.
Update: I've just noticed that this is my 41st posting. I never thought I'd make it this far when I started.
Saturday, 5 December 2009
Wednesday Morning 3am
Well Saturday morning 7am... But still too early to be up and doing stuff.
To begin with appologies for the Americanism that's about to follow but I cant think of an appropriate English phrase :)
It's been a hell of a week
In the office it was a little sombre as you can imagine - slowly getting back to normal towards the end. There was a rememberance book for those who wanted to sign, but in the beginning it was on his desk - and I just can't do emotions publically.
It was moved after the first day to a private room, and on Wednesday when I got to the office I went and left my message. I welled up as I wrote it, just a simple couple of lines.
On the personal issues front things have changed a lot in the last couple of weeks. The epiphany from a couple of weeks ago came from reading Calies profile. Trans, non-transitioning, happily married.
After 30 years of knwoing, but not quite totally accepting myself this just jumped at me. And caused some more sleepless nights.
My issue now is that my better half knows about my dressing, and I think has an idea that it goes further. But I haven't told her everything. I'm ashamed of the last, but got scared. I really want to tell her everything - and I think that I have to for the sake of my head - but the thought of doing it terrifies me. When we first talked of the dressing she said it could never go further as she does not want a relationship with a woman. Whether she means transitioned or not I don't know.
I would not transition - I have too much invested in my life to do that, but I do not know what she would make of full disclosure... Sorry I'm starting to ramble here.
I did however come out to a friend. In totalness. More sleepless nights. But he has been fantastic - I'm not the first person he knows who is trans, and he actually acted exactly the same as I did when a uni friend came out to me. As in not making a big deal about it. I've been wanting to say it for a while - but finally plucked up the courage.
He's gay and when we go drinking it's normally in his local - a gay bar - where they have a screen with pictures of parties on the wall. A few of the people who go to the bar parties are also drag queens - I joked that maybe they should learn how to wear a dress (rather too much on display... - not *that* much but too much - but I digress). I had decided that I was going to do it and asked him to walk to the station with me.
On the way I told him I had something I needed to say - to which he responded that he had a feeling I had something to say for a while.
I went on to say I pointed out the guys who needed to learn how to wear a dress was... Because I knew how to wear one.
'Oh is that all'
'No... not really'
'Oh no, poor you'
He said that he was honoured that I trusted him enough to tell him, and let me know that it was safe with him and any time I needed someone to talk to he was there. Oddly enough he' had head issues himself recently and I said exactly the same thing to him.
Unfortunately at that point my train turned up and I had to leg it. I got a couple of supportive SMS's from him on the way home. Which I had to delete as we both share the phones at night if we need to send / receive an SMS and I'm not ready to tell her that I've come out to someone else yet.
We've spoken since. I said I was surprised that nobody had questioned anything. I've noticed reently that my mannerisms have changed a little. Plus I shave my arms and hands weekly and have an emeryboard on my desk, and I now have slightly long nails that are shaped a little... He just said he had an idea of something - but not how much.
I'm still in two minds about whether it was a good idea. It feels great to have offloaded it after 30 years, a weight has been lifted. It's nice to be able to talk about it. But someone now knows my secret, and I I always have this nagging doubt that talking about things is self obsessed - when I do it - I'll happily listen to others as much as they need, just feel that I am encroaching on others when I do it. (and with that an appology for long self obsessed post...)
Anyway - I hope this post doesn't read too negative. I actuallly see this week as a positive week. Apart from the lack of sleep due to a brain that is working overtime, I feel all the better for it.
And on a techy last note I have to recomend a remote from logitech. The Harmony 525. We got one last night , spent a long time programming it for all the tasks that we have (Watch TV, Watch a BluRay, Listen to the radio etc etc etc). It works great. You point it at the tv system and it does everything for you in one click of a button. As opposed to many clicks of many remotes that we had previously. Well worth the money, and it's great to have one remote instead of 7. Looks kind of classy too as opposed to some of the other universal remotes you can get.
Appologies again for the super long post. Once I started typing I found it hard to stop...
BTW: If any of you haven't already - I recommend this on Bree's blog. I thought it was a very interesting piece.
(Lyrics: Simon and Garfunkle)
To begin with appologies for the Americanism that's about to follow but I cant think of an appropriate English phrase :)
It's been a hell of a week
In the office it was a little sombre as you can imagine - slowly getting back to normal towards the end. There was a rememberance book for those who wanted to sign, but in the beginning it was on his desk - and I just can't do emotions publically.
It was moved after the first day to a private room, and on Wednesday when I got to the office I went and left my message. I welled up as I wrote it, just a simple couple of lines.
On the personal issues front things have changed a lot in the last couple of weeks. The epiphany from a couple of weeks ago came from reading Calies profile. Trans, non-transitioning, happily married.
After 30 years of knwoing, but not quite totally accepting myself this just jumped at me. And caused some more sleepless nights.
My issue now is that my better half knows about my dressing, and I think has an idea that it goes further. But I haven't told her everything. I'm ashamed of the last, but got scared. I really want to tell her everything - and I think that I have to for the sake of my head - but the thought of doing it terrifies me. When we first talked of the dressing she said it could never go further as she does not want a relationship with a woman. Whether she means transitioned or not I don't know.
I would not transition - I have too much invested in my life to do that, but I do not know what she would make of full disclosure... Sorry I'm starting to ramble here.
I did however come out to a friend. In totalness. More sleepless nights. But he has been fantastic - I'm not the first person he knows who is trans, and he actually acted exactly the same as I did when a uni friend came out to me. As in not making a big deal about it. I've been wanting to say it for a while - but finally plucked up the courage.
He's gay and when we go drinking it's normally in his local - a gay bar - where they have a screen with pictures of parties on the wall. A few of the people who go to the bar parties are also drag queens - I joked that maybe they should learn how to wear a dress (rather too much on display... - not *that* much but too much - but I digress). I had decided that I was going to do it and asked him to walk to the station with me.
On the way I told him I had something I needed to say - to which he responded that he had a feeling I had something to say for a while.
I went on to say I pointed out the guys who needed to learn how to wear a dress was... Because I knew how to wear one.
'Oh is that all'
'No... not really'
'Oh no, poor you'
He said that he was honoured that I trusted him enough to tell him, and let me know that it was safe with him and any time I needed someone to talk to he was there. Oddly enough he' had head issues himself recently and I said exactly the same thing to him.
Unfortunately at that point my train turned up and I had to leg it. I got a couple of supportive SMS's from him on the way home. Which I had to delete as we both share the phones at night if we need to send / receive an SMS and I'm not ready to tell her that I've come out to someone else yet.
We've spoken since. I said I was surprised that nobody had questioned anything. I've noticed reently that my mannerisms have changed a little. Plus I shave my arms and hands weekly and have an emeryboard on my desk, and I now have slightly long nails that are shaped a little... He just said he had an idea of something - but not how much.
I'm still in two minds about whether it was a good idea. It feels great to have offloaded it after 30 years, a weight has been lifted. It's nice to be able to talk about it. But someone now knows my secret, and I I always have this nagging doubt that talking about things is self obsessed - when I do it - I'll happily listen to others as much as they need, just feel that I am encroaching on others when I do it. (and with that an appology for long self obsessed post...)
Anyway - I hope this post doesn't read too negative. I actuallly see this week as a positive week. Apart from the lack of sleep due to a brain that is working overtime, I feel all the better for it.
And on a techy last note I have to recomend a remote from logitech. The Harmony 525. We got one last night , spent a long time programming it for all the tasks that we have (Watch TV, Watch a BluRay, Listen to the radio etc etc etc). It works great. You point it at the tv system and it does everything for you in one click of a button. As opposed to many clicks of many remotes that we had previously. Well worth the money, and it's great to have one remote instead of 7. Looks kind of classy too as opposed to some of the other universal remotes you can get.
Appologies again for the super long post. Once I started typing I found it hard to stop...
BTW: If any of you haven't already - I recommend this on Bree's blog. I thought it was a very interesting piece.
(Lyrics: Simon and Garfunkle)
Saturday, 14 November 2009
'Tis Healthy To Be Sick Sometimes
According to 'Henry David Thoreau'. Be? I'm not so sure (and could have lifted that quote entirely out of context :) )
I sit her typing this whilst yellow goo keeps trying to escape my nose, with my whole body - including teeth- aching. (Sorry for the mental images there :) )
It's been another hectic week. After a weeks vacation I was still very relaxed on Monday, and into Tuesday morning. By Tuesday afternoon I needed another vacation - my most inportant project should be going live soon, and the business *still* do not know what they want, and like to try and blame IT for not reading their minds. Ho hum I supppose.
I had a moment of personal epiphamy this week. Unforunately that has caused more issues than it solved, including a number of almost sleepness nights, - still not sure where I am going with it... Whilst I wanted to share that I had the moment of clarity - I am not sure I want to go into details just yet. Maybe when I realise what to do with it I'llshare more. I also need to beable to think it through more (which isn't that possibe with a thick head).
And to end of a brighter note. It's christmas in 6 weeks. That means that I get to start baking my christmas cake (well should have started two weeks ago, but was too busy sorting the house out for my parents visit). I love this time of year - and normally spend the next 6 weekends in the kitchen making mince pies (with home made, Delia mincemeat) christmas cake - or truding around the shops trying to think what my other half would like for a gift.
Well my cup is empty, so it's time to malke another cuppachino - and juding by the sound on the windows it's pouring with rain again...
I sit her typing this whilst yellow goo keeps trying to escape my nose, with my whole body - including teeth- aching. (Sorry for the mental images there :) )
It's been another hectic week. After a weeks vacation I was still very relaxed on Monday, and into Tuesday morning. By Tuesday afternoon I needed another vacation - my most inportant project should be going live soon, and the business *still* do not know what they want, and like to try and blame IT for not reading their minds. Ho hum I supppose.
I had a moment of personal epiphamy this week. Unforunately that has caused more issues than it solved, including a number of almost sleepness nights, - still not sure where I am going with it... Whilst I wanted to share that I had the moment of clarity - I am not sure I want to go into details just yet. Maybe when I realise what to do with it I'llshare more. I also need to beable to think it through more (which isn't that possibe with a thick head).
And to end of a brighter note. It's christmas in 6 weeks. That means that I get to start baking my christmas cake (well should have started two weeks ago, but was too busy sorting the house out for my parents visit). I love this time of year - and normally spend the next 6 weekends in the kitchen making mince pies (with home made, Delia mincemeat) christmas cake - or truding around the shops trying to think what my other half would like for a gift.
Well my cup is empty, so it's time to malke another cuppachino - and juding by the sound on the windows it's pouring with rain again...
Monday, 14 September 2009
Monday, Monday
Good morning all, time to start another week!!!
Well after weeks of feeling down, depressed and tired as hell I'm finally feeling like I'm getting back.
Seems like a long time since I've been this settled - and I think that it was a lot of things starting to pile on top of each other.
Firstly the whole 'crossdressing' weight on my mind was getting to me. A discussion with my other half (as discussed in an earlier post) helped a lot here, and a discussion with a friend settled me too. He's the only person who I told how I was felling in my head (though I did not say why...) and he came up with a couple of idea's as he has been going through similar issues - with his head, not with dressing - and has some experience.
1) See someone professional - he said that he could see the issues I was having for a few weeks and need to sort it before it gets too much. Not quite ready for that yet, but never say never.
2) He gave me a diary - just to write down what is in my head when I need to. Just get everything out and on paper. I did this on the train going home last week. Started off not knowing what to do, ended up writing three pages of the most personal stuff in my head and before I knew it I was nearly at the other end.
The diary has *really* cleared my head. I slept for the first time in weeks that night without waking up until the alarm went off. And it's stayed that way since. Can definately recomend it if you are going through a rough patch... I now keep it with me at all times. Only problem is that I'm terrified that someone is going to find it. It's not quite as annonymous as this blog is with it being in my possession at all times :)
The other big thing that happened recently is my dad, who's only 59, had a heart attack about 6 weeks ago. That completely knocked me for 6. That fact that I left the UK a decade ago and he's over 1000 miles away doesn't help either.
But he's now had surgery and is recovering very well. That's a big weight lifted off of my shoulders as well. Can't wait to see my folks again the next time they come over.
So time to start another weeks work, let's see if the good attitude continues.
TTFN,
Stace
PS: Wayhay!!! My first follower Lynn! Thanks - for the comment too. I was wondering whether to remove the techy bit from the blog, but I think I'll leave it in. It may even appear later this week :)
Well after weeks of feeling down, depressed and tired as hell I'm finally feeling like I'm getting back.
Seems like a long time since I've been this settled - and I think that it was a lot of things starting to pile on top of each other.
Firstly the whole 'crossdressing' weight on my mind was getting to me. A discussion with my other half (as discussed in an earlier post) helped a lot here, and a discussion with a friend settled me too. He's the only person who I told how I was felling in my head (though I did not say why...) and he came up with a couple of idea's as he has been going through similar issues - with his head, not with dressing - and has some experience.
1) See someone professional - he said that he could see the issues I was having for a few weeks and need to sort it before it gets too much. Not quite ready for that yet, but never say never.
2) He gave me a diary - just to write down what is in my head when I need to. Just get everything out and on paper. I did this on the train going home last week. Started off not knowing what to do, ended up writing three pages of the most personal stuff in my head and before I knew it I was nearly at the other end.
The diary has *really* cleared my head. I slept for the first time in weeks that night without waking up until the alarm went off. And it's stayed that way since. Can definately recomend it if you are going through a rough patch... I now keep it with me at all times. Only problem is that I'm terrified that someone is going to find it. It's not quite as annonymous as this blog is with it being in my possession at all times :)
The other big thing that happened recently is my dad, who's only 59, had a heart attack about 6 weeks ago. That completely knocked me for 6. That fact that I left the UK a decade ago and he's over 1000 miles away doesn't help either.
But he's now had surgery and is recovering very well. That's a big weight lifted off of my shoulders as well. Can't wait to see my folks again the next time they come over.
So time to start another weeks work, let's see if the good attitude continues.
TTFN,
Stace
PS: Wayhay!!! My first follower Lynn! Thanks - for the comment too. I was wondering whether to remove the techy bit from the blog, but I think I'll leave it in. It may even appear later this week :)
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Been a while...
Well after a long break I'm finally back jn the country and having spent just two weeks in the office I really need another one...
Going back to my post of a few weeks ago... I decided to treat myself to the new AV system. I have to say I'm pleased I did. Whilst speaking to guys in the shop we discussed what I wanted from the system and what it was capable of. Basically, I wanted a system that would give good surround sound, but that would not be an ugly splot in the living room (as most of them are IMO). Also, I wanted something that would sound great playing music - this was the main priority. With all this in mind a Cyrus AV master is the perfect solution. There are more 'complete' units that decode more formats, but are massive, do not fit into most living rooms, and unless you spend stupid amounts of money just do not sound as nice.
The dress on the other hand... Gone... Never to be unfortunately. There is a cheaper one in the shop next door - but I think that I have spent out for now.
My mind is still in a complete spin - both from my state of mind prior to the vacation and other factors. I'm writing this with on average 4 hours sleep for the last 9 days. The amount of sleep I am getting is improving, but not quick enough - if it doesn't improve soon I think a trip to the quack may be in order. I can't help feeling that speaking to a head shrink would also be a good idea - but can't bring myself to do it... Maybe one day...
Going back to my post of a few weeks ago... I decided to treat myself to the new AV system. I have to say I'm pleased I did. Whilst speaking to guys in the shop we discussed what I wanted from the system and what it was capable of. Basically, I wanted a system that would give good surround sound, but that would not be an ugly splot in the living room (as most of them are IMO). Also, I wanted something that would sound great playing music - this was the main priority. With all this in mind a Cyrus AV master is the perfect solution. There are more 'complete' units that decode more formats, but are massive, do not fit into most living rooms, and unless you spend stupid amounts of money just do not sound as nice.
The dress on the other hand... Gone... Never to be unfortunately. There is a cheaper one in the shop next door - but I think that I have spent out for now.
My mind is still in a complete spin - both from my state of mind prior to the vacation and other factors. I'm writing this with on average 4 hours sleep for the last 9 days. The amount of sleep I am getting is improving, but not quick enough - if it doesn't improve soon I think a trip to the quack may be in order. I can't help feeling that speaking to a head shrink would also be a good idea - but can't bring myself to do it... Maybe one day...
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