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My knuckles look like I’ve been having a set-to with a brick wall. Trouble is, I haven’t. Since I had my bout of sickness a few months back, I’ve been washing my hands a lot more (yeah, so I’m paranoid), and I think its drying out my skin a hell of a lot. I did a lot of wandering about in the cold with no gloves on, so I think that’s contributed to the cracked, dry skin on the back of my hands.

It was suggested that I try some E45 cream to sort it out, so I got a small tube and was applying some every night before bed. It certainly sorted it out, and my hands were fine, so I thought I’d stop using it. I was about to run out anyway, so I thought I’d just use up the tube and that would be fine. Things were fine, but then a week or two ago the weather got cold again, a few cold mornings later, and my hands are all dry and like sandpaper again.

Today, I went and got a little tub of E45, and I’m going to start slathering that on my hands again and hope for the best.

I’ve been ripping my CDs to AAC in iTunes today also. I’ve done about 45 CDs, but there’s still quite a few to do. I could do with investing in a new CD storage unit thingy to put them all in, as at the moment most of them just get randomly piled up whereever. Obviously not such a clever idea in the long term.

I also today picked up a little cleaning kit from my opticians. I’m forever cleaning my glasses and I don’t always get them clean enough, which if you’re in a hurry to clean them, or are going to be driving at night or something, is never a clever idea. I could get contacts, but the idea of putting bits of plastic IN my eye kinda puts me off. In the past, cleaning my lenses usually included screencleaner/glass cleaner and various cloths and tissues. Now I’ve got some proper lense cleaner and a decent lense cloth, so hopefully I’ll be able to get them nice and clean with minimal fuss. Whenever I have them cleaned at the opticians they always manage to get them so clean you can’t tell there’s any lenses in there. Or maybe they do just take the lense out.

Hmmm.

God I hate traffic! There’s still roadworks on the way I go home, so, bright idea of the century, I go the other way home. Usually a bit slower, but at least it’ll be moving. Well, it was, albeit slowly. There was roadworks on the way out of Wycombe, and more in Princes Risborough, so I decided to hit the back roads and try and bypass it. Took me the best part of an hour to get home in the end. Still, never mind.

On my way home, I was a little bit fuzzy as to quite what day it is today. It truely is a horrible feeling, and it happens now and then for no real reason. Considering yesterday was Sunday, you’d think I’d have some inkling of what day it is, but no. I was so unsure as to what day it was, I actually looked at my watch to check. Its like I’m in one of those films where the lead character has to go buy a newspaper to check the date. Well – not quite that bad, but close enough.

So yeah, today is… um. Monday?

I went all the way into town yesterday, convinced I wanted something, but when I got there I had no idea what it was. Annoying because I went with a friend, but he needed something anyway, so it wasn’t a totally wasted journey.

I’ve got to find something more interesting to do on Sundays. Or rather, I’ve got to find something I want to do on a Sunday. There’s plenty I could do, but I don’t ever feel inclined to do it. I always want to do something else, but I never actually know what that ‘something else’ is. I usually end up wasting a day as a result.

Oh well. Suppose I’ll just go watch some TV instead.