Am I human or am I Cylon? *EDIT* in OD

That’s the question I’m asking myself as I prepare to start playing a BSG online game. What do you guys think?

Got a surprise visit from my dad yesterday. He was in the area looking for work and decided to meet up with me. I was panicking, thinking he would want to stay at mine (I’m not allowed overnight guests), moan about me not having a job, moan about my hair and trying to convince me to move back to Aberdeen.

Actually it went OK. He was late to meet me (cos he was misdirected to the pub), bought me food and a pint and we chatted. Job hunting problems (sounds as if Aberdeen job centre is almost as useless as James Cook House), the pointlessness of the course I’m being sent on (the only mention of my hair), Aberdeen FC, Middlesbrough FC, Liverpool FC, and the funeral (my sisters pet budgie, Kylie, died a couple of weeks back and my brother in law [who didn’t even want a pet to begin with] decided he wanted her buried in my parents back garden. At 7pm. Under the tree where the dog likes to dig. I think I may have a picture of her, I’ll have a look.).

Busy week next week. It looks a little like this:

Today: meet my friend for a drink and get some money she owes me. Probably go round to hers to help her install her new bluetooth dongle for her computer so will likely be there till Sunday.

Monday: Sign on in the morning, appointment with A4e in the afternoon, quiz at the union at night as there’s no creative writing (half term).

Tuesday: First two hours of a course about how to make myself look presentable for job interviews which completely overlooks the fact that my problems with job interviews is not what I wear.

Wednesday: Last two hours of aforementioned course. No sleep that night cos at 5:45 on…

Thursday: morning have a train to Aberdeen. Get washing done.

Friday: go into the town centre, do some shopping including new trousers as both the pairs I currently have are literally falling apart on me.

Saturday: head through to the Brough for my Grans birthday meal (she’s going to be 90 on Wednesday).

Sunday: back through to Aberdeen after the meal.

Monday: train back to Boro, class that night.

So, yeah, kinda busy.

Bit of advice needed. For class over the summer, I wrote a short story based on Scottish myths and legends. It’s all in Doric. I have submitted it somewhere but do you guys think, as my tutor does, that I should translate it? Anyone wanting to read either version, let me know.

And if anyone feels like giving me feedback on the story i mentioned in my last entry, let me know.

Will

*EDIT*

I knew I had a pic of her somewhere. Kylie, using my old laptop screen as a perch, circa 2007:

Will