Okay, enough for today...

So... Awake at 5am, accidentally. The alarms were set for 6am, but I woke up pre-emptively, feeling like I had had about 20 minutes sleep.

Check my mail, get dressed/made up/ready, hopped on a bus, got into town, realised I'd left something I might need at home (“This is going well so... Crap.”) then hopped on another bus onto my destination...

The lost city of Atlantis... Wait, I'm not working on fic, I'm trying to write a journal... Try again...

Another bus onto my destination...

The Sheffield GIC, aka, The Porterbrook Clinic, aka, little building round the back because ours is being redecorated...

Oh... Okay.

Dr. wait, no... Prof Wylie was a nice chap, like all reports had lead me to believe. No army of evil robots to deal with (That's Dr. Wily, folks. Stolen Joke is stolen.)

Anyway, he was cool. I met a few other people who work there too, and have my next appointment lined up for the 24th of next month. It's a bloodwork appointment, so needles and whatnot as far as I'm expecting. No biggie.

Sit around for a bit, have a coffee. Then, catching up over breakfast. Could have gone on for longer, but there was work to be done. So yeah.

Walk. From there, down Ecclesall Road. Stop at every charity shop on the way. Don't buy everything you think looks nice. Buy a couple of items that you need, see a nice pair of red shoes that you've been looking for, for ages now, and get them too... Damn. Buy a card for my Dad's birthday.

So I get to town, and set about my grand scheme to give my Dad a birthday card he'll appreciate. What's that? The Snooker World Championship is on (Woo Snooker!) and my Dad like snooker you say? Oh right, I'll just lurk around the Winter Gardens and get passing Snooker players to sign a card for him. That'd be Awesome... Plus, I enjoy Snooker a little bit too, so I get to see people, in the flesh, that I've only seen on TV before. I know people back in Bradford that enjoy it too, that I'm in contact with, and she's stuck at work! (Ha ha ha!)

So now, my feet hurt from standing around too long trying to get Snooker players attentions (they do not look happy, and a computer casing bashed into one of my ankles the other day and it's a little swollen), and I'm quite literally knackered from having woken up so early today. Tomorrow, I'll go back to the Winter Gardens and trawl some more autographs for my Dad's birthday card. They're also letting people play on the table there too, so I might, nerve willing, see about having a go too!