Out of my Hands

Damn. It's freakin' cold. Normally I don't see frost until I get out of Hastings. It seems like we build our towns and cities in the same way we build ovens; they retain heat marvellously (not so great in the summer). As soon as you get out of Hastings, down that huge hill of the A21, you see frost on all the fields, trees, and hedgerows. Cars coming from beyond Hastings' borders will have frost on the windscreens and bonnets.

But this morning, there were cars from within Hastings that were frosted over. My morning commute has become a battle; a battle against ice and frost for possession of my mirrors. If the ice wins, I can't see anything but a grey smudge; if I win, I can see headlights.

Even with the pin-lock mist-up preventative insert in my visor, my vision is still obscured by my breath clouding the inside of my helmet. And don't get me started with my hands. All I can say is "brrr!"

In other news, KC Computers have rang back advising that I go for a replacement case rather than motherboard. Well hey, that sounds familiar. Did I not say, when I first brought my computer in for you to fix, that the problem was caused by a mini-ATX motherboard being put in a cheap-arse ATX case? Oh no. The engineer said. That won't make a difference. But now you're telling me that a replacement case will fix the problem. How doth I express my exasperation?

I shall call these KC Computer people. I shall call them and I shall ask them what they will do if I have to bring the computer in again after they have replaced the case. Will they waive the service charge on my next bill? Will they cry pardon from the summit of the East Hill? Will they build a statue in the likeness of Ambrillikra the Kankanak'ku tribe's god of Humility?

On the Dark Heresy front, I'm writing up rough notes for use in the game which I am going to try and hold this Sunday. I may have to pick Sam up for Hawkhurst and give him a lift all the way into St. Leonards, and then take him back in the evening as well... that's going to cost me petrol money and if I'm going to keep a close eye on my funds now I'm living on my own then I can't be doing that every week. Sam seems to be under the impression that Mum will give me a lift, but that's her petrol money going down the drain too. Mum has no reason to come to Hastings every week and if Sam won't cough up for insurance money so he can drive Mum's car then I don't know how he's going to make it every week to the game.

That's the only thing holding the game back. I'll try and hold the first session this weekend, and if it goes well then perhaps Sam can try and find a way to attend.

Today's mood: held back. I feel like I want to change something, but that circumstances beyond my control have stopped me from attaining this goal.