catvincent: Ellen Page is the Winona Ryder of our generation.
malabar: It's not our generation.
me: No dear, Winona Ryder was the Winona Ryder of our generation.
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| 2008-04-15 01:19 |
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Hey ho, I haven't been very good at this blogging thing lately. I got back from Australia three weeks ago and I've been a bit under the weather since - jetlag followed by a virus, what fun. I had an amazingly fantastic time though - Australia is an incredible place and I can't wait to go back.
last week was just a complete and utter wash-out; I didn't want to do anything and felt quite depressed. Yesterday was the first day I felt that I achieved anything in more than a week: I went to my knitting group in the afternoon, which was a blast as usual and then in the evening I phoned a couple of people, which I'm incredibly bad at doing so it was good to get it done.
I feel much more like myself today and I've had a more positive day. I made lots of phone calls, sorted out lots of stuff too. I always like it when I have 'a doing day' on Monday, it gets the week off to a flying start. I also went out to the library to collect some books, had a nice little walk, took some pictures with my new camera. Yes I bought a new camera; my trip to Australia really showed me the limitations of the existing one, so with the last of my trip money, I splashed out on one with a better lens that has a much better zoom. If anyone's interested (who knows, some of you could be camera whores like me!), I wrote about it on my art blog.
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I arrived safely in Australia and from what I've seen so far, it's pretty amazing. Yesterday I went for a walk around Manley, where I'm staying with my brother and his girlfriend. I saw lizards, parrots and all sorts of birds that I couldn't identify. Also, spiders as big as my palm - eek!
I've been taking photos but working out Flickr is a bit beyond me right now so you'll have to wait on those. I'm also doing a travel journal, which is great fun.
Went paddling in the sea - in the rain! It cleared up later on though and I managed to catch the sun and get a little red, that's the disadvantage of being 'a pale blue Scottish person', it doesn't take much sun for my skin to be very surprised at the concept! Fortunately I'm not sunburnt and I'll be more careful today. Apparently even overcast rainy days need sun cream here.
Hoping to go over to Sydney later to see the gay Mardi Gras, if my killer jetlag allows - I'll be fine for a few hours and then I'll suddenly start swaying and staggering as though I'm drunk.
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I promised a proper update but I don't think I can manage a full one because I'm not feeling so great. I apologise in advance for the disjointed nature of this post but if I don't just get on and do it, it's never going to get done.
I had my lower left wisdom tooth removed more than a week ago and it totally knocked me on my ass. It was a very difficult and painful extraction and unfortunately it doesn't seem to be healing well. It's definitely noticeably better than it was earlier in the week but I'm still in constant throbbing pain. Plus, one of the dissolvable stitches has come loose and is flapping around my mouth, which is about to make me lose my mind. I'm planning to go and get it checked at the Dental Hospital tomorrow because it just doesn't feel quite right.
What else is happening? Well, I'm going to Australia in less than 2 weeks because my brother is getting married out there (he lives in Manley, just across the bay from Sydney with his Australian girlfriend). I've never been before so I'm really looking forward to it. I'll be there for about 3 weeks and will mostly be in the Sydney, Kiama and Blue Mountain areas if anyone is around that area and wants to meet up for tea and cake.
In less agreeable news, the Kidlet has been off school since before Christmas with a mystery problem that turned out to be a weird variant of migraine, he's on medication now and seems a lot better but it's been a worrying month or so. We're hoping to get him back to school after half term.
After a break of about a month to recover from The Diary Project (which I finally finished updating this week), I've started drawing again. I'm currently working on a series of drawings similar in style to the Diary Project ones but on better paper. The idea is that I'll try selling them because hey, I need to fund my extravagant Australia-visiting lifestyle. I'm also about to start a new series of 'un-drawings' done with graphite powder but there's nothing concrete to say about those yet because so far all I've done is buy the powdered graphite. It's going to involve lots of rubbing and wearing a dust mask.
Other than that, I've mostly been knitting - it's been helping me stay sane while I stress about the Kidlet. I'm sure there's been tons of other stuff happening but right now my brain is full of cotton wool and I can't think straight.
So there you go - kid ill, mouth hurty, brain stoopid, going hot place with nice beaches and dangerous wildlife. I go bed now...
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I hate forms, in fact, I'd go so far as saying that I'm a bit phobic about them since even straightforward ones almost always send me into a blind panic. Unfortunately, the tax form is like the Great White Shark of forms - not only is it fiendishly complicated, written in some strange and meaningless form of English but it's covered with dire warnings about what will happen if you fuck it up, even accidentally. Needless to say, this form and I are not a good combination.
I read it and read it but just end up whimpering and saying over and over again, "but I don't know what it means, I don't understand what it means". Every year, my poor family have to do a lot of hand holding and soothing back rubbing while I'm filling the fucker in.
The minute I start earning some actual money from my art (ha!), I am going to have to employ an accountant because I am right at the edge of my capabilities at the moment and I simply won't be able to cope if it ever gets any more complicated. What is scary is that I know that I'm doing the simplest possible version because most of the boxes don't apply to me, yet I'm still struggling badly.
I think I may be finished now, which is good because it's due in today. OK, going to make a cup of tea, have a final read through and then call it done.
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Torchwood: the slash just fairly writes itself.
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Portrait of the 21st Century British Male
Group of men walking towards me, all in suits, clearly just finished work. I'd say they were in their late 20-s - early 30's.
Man 1: Yeah, I did Jamie Oliver's roast potatoes...
Man 2: Wow
Man 1: ...they were absolutely bloody fantastic.
Man 2: Did you use goose fat?
Rest of group nod sagely.
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Dear Subconscious,
If you must put Robert De Niro in my dreams as an eccentric cop with a penchant for wearing smeary make-up and playing with condoms at crime scenes, do you have to have him butt-fucking his captain in another scene?
And if it was necessary to the plot for him to butt-fuck his captain in a frankly anatomically suspect position that would have given the illustrators of the Kama Sutra pause for thought, why on earth were they both still wearing their trousers?
Why so shy, Subconscious? Are you merely trying to spare me the trauma of seeing Robert De Niro's wrinkly old cock slamming into some guy's asshole? I appreciate the thought but believe me, seeing him lounging on the bed in the smeary make-up and looking a whole lot like a clown already traumatised me and I can't imagine that the anal sex would have been any worse. In fact, I was so baffled by this scene of trousered trouser-snaking that I tried to rewind the dream just to check.
Also, WTF was with the two life-size plastic garden gnomes that suddenly appeared in my garden at the end of the dream? Are you on bad drugs?
Remember, no one is indispensable!
Please try harder in future, thank you.
Yours Sincerely
The Management
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It's been a while since I've done a Spam Of The Day but this couldn't be ignored. Over the last 24 hours, I've had 23 of these almost identical spams: they have just one 'word' of text followed by a website address, which I'm obviously not going to replicate here. Just one or two of them would have been pretty funny, after 23 sent in quick succession, I was decking myself.
Man-sizedFuckstickEloy - Fuckstick just doesn't sound sexy, it sounds like a swearword.
PhallusEnlargedVonda - great, now I'm thinking of the deformed penises I saw in a medical museum.
MonumentalErectileorganTammie - the word erectile is never sexy unless you're into that whole medical play thing.
DannieBouffantPenis - I don't think the word 'bouffant' needs any further comment really.
JessPhallusGreatest
PenisGreatestLinda - now, now ladies, you can't both have the greatest phallic organ
AmadoFuckstickMonster
SamHumongousBodypart - one of the lesser known hobbits.
BodypartExtensiveReva - well known for their custom work on monster trucks
LarryDickTitanic - can I make a 'went down on the Titanic' joke here? No, I didn't think so...
PenisImmenseTraci
ScottiePhallusGreatest - we'll have no Star Trek slash here, thank you.
RebaPhallusOversize
SherrieMonumentalFuckstick
SabrinaWideFuckstick
ErectileorganBulkyOctavio - this one just seems like overkill (as a pose to all those other restrained ones!)
PhallusGiantShelia
CockElephantinAntoinette - elephant cocks is a whole 'nother ball game
OversizeCockVirginia
ColossalCockJanna
JavierErectileorganBigger
ArchieKing-sizeBodypart
GusPhallusWide-ranging - er, wide-ranging? WTF? Does it have a territory? Is it known for it's annual migratory habits?
I think they've taken that porn star name meme thing and gotten it a little confuddled.
Oh great, I've just noticed that the headers on the emails are done in the same style but with different words so there's double the fun.
AlisaPhallusPuffy - the word puffy next to the word phallus is never good. Gentlemen, if it's puffy, I recommend a visit to your physician.
JonDickCapacious - surely it's the ladies who are capacious on porn sites?
CorinneRangyPhallus - unfortunately, the word rangy just makes me think of coyotes.
RubenErectileorganWide - well yes, I suppose it would be wide if it's a Ruben
WideErectileorganDuncan
TeddyErectileorganOutsized
WadeObviousFuckstick
MountainousCockHaley
AnthonyGreatestBodypart
CockVastAriel
BrookeDickOverlarge - for some reason this made me think of Brookeback Mountain.
MonsterPenisJack
DarrenBodypartHumongous
BiggerErectileorganHank - I'm sorry, I just can't read the words 'erectile organ' without my brain completing the sentence with the word 'disfunction'. I suspect this is not the response intended.
PuffyPhallusMildred - I don't know about you but that combination of words certainly got me hot!
DickMonstrousVance
PhallusColossalGeoffrey - Geoffrey? Who the hell picked these names?
LenoraPhallusProdigious
ShlongBiggishEstelle - everyone else is colossal, monstrous and vast but poor old Estelle is merely 'biggish'
GracielaEnormousDick
HesterConspicuousDick
ShlongProminentMarlin - isn't that just a big fish?
ObviousPhallusShelby - if Shelby has an obvious phallus, she's obviously using too big a carrot.
In the immortal words of Inigo Montoya; "you keep using that word but I do not think it means what you think it means".
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hope you all had a great Christmas if you celebrate. I've been meaning to do a vaguely festive update but have been too busy stuffing my face and sleeping it off!
However, I thought I'd pop in from my annual hibernation to let you know the following bit of exciting news.
I'm delighted to announce that the last Craftypod of 2007 is an interview with me. It's pretty interesting, if I say so myself, and Sister Diane did a fantastic job in editing our long conversation so that I sound reasonably coherent!
Many thanks to Sister Diane for her great editing, her insightful questions and for being kind enough to ask me in the first place; I very much enjoyed being interviewed by her and what a great way to round off my year of drawing.
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| 2007-12-20 23:39 |
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God, Jim Steinman really can't sing. It's a shame because he can certainly write songs and he clearly badly wants to be able to sing but er, no...
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Hey ho, life is very busy at the moment - not with Christmas though, I'm woefully under-prepared for that and somewhat uninterested in the whole process. Must get my act together over the next few days and finish shopping for presents. Fortunately our Christmases are always very low key and relaxed but I do still need to make a slight effort!
Instead, my 40th birthday has been keeping me occupied. My loves threw a fabulous party for me on Saturday: we had about 30 people there and I was very touched that so many people, some of whom had travelled quite a distance, came to celebrate with me. I thoroughly enjoyed it and have decided that I should have birthday parties more often (although probably not every year).
We very much enjoyed our annual visit from the lovely, shaix, who left early yesterday morning. Before she headed back to the States, she fessed up that she had sent the lovely bunch of anonymous flowers that arrived for me on Saturday with a note that read "for a lovely lady on her birthday". She had decided to get me 'a mystery' for my birthday and she definitely succeeded because I spent the whole weekend trying - and failing - to work out who could have sent them to me. She kept the secret for days without letting anything slip - we have all resolved never to play poker with her!
Our final guest, astvinr, is heading back to London today and then it will finally feel as though my birthday is really over. Perhaps then Christmas will seem more pressing.
However, this week I'm getting my study professionally painted so that is taking up room in my head instead. The painters started this morning and I'm very excited at the thought of having that space repainted and finally getting a carpet in there. Of course it meant that yesterday we had to move everything out of there, which wasn't ideal as we were all still recovering from the weekend. It wasn't too bad though, I'd already cleared some of it last week and with 4 of us working on it, it didn't take long to get the space emptied.
So I've currently got my desk set up behind the couch in the living room and there are piles of stuff everywhere. Fortunately I can use the X-Box cable to connect to the net, so I'm able to get some work done although really I need to wire up the scanner so that I can get on with updating the Diary Project blog. I am also still firmly in decluttering mode and I'm using the disruption as an opportunity to get rid of yet more stuff and re-organise the things that are staying. I've got someone coming this morning to pick up about 50 art magazines and I've got another huge pile of books and magazines that I'm going to be donating to my college library. It feels so incredibly good to be letting go of this stuff and I'm happy it's going off to be useful elsewhere instead of just sitting on my shelves in boxes.
I had planned to go and look at carpets this afternoon but I'm feeling a little wiped and nauseous this morning, so I'm going to do it tomorrow instead. At this point it's unlikely that we'll be able to get a carpet fitted before Christmas anyway and I need to listen to these signals from my body unless I want to propel myself into a full blown crash.
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| 2007-12-10 23:22 |
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OK, so I've decided that I'm moving here permanently and I'm in the midst of moving my journal entries over. So should you wish to, you can now read weird old entries from 2004. It could take a while to get up to date since the programme seems to have frozen. Ah well.
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| 2007-12-09 23:52 |
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Is it wrong that I get irritated by people on freecycle who send me emails that are full of text-speak? Write properly, dammit!
Yes, I am a snob about certain things. I loathe badly written email because it's lazy, ignorant and disrespectful. Unless you have a learning disorder there's no excuse for it. I don't mind if someone is dyslexic, I know lots of people who are and I have no problem with that - I can tell the difference between someone who has genuine problems writing and someone who is just using text-speak.
Am I being a bitch or an old fogey here? Do you think that grammar and spelling are important in emails?
Oh, and if I've been decent enough to offer you stuff for free, the least you can do is turn up when you've said you will. I'm doing you a bloody favour and strange as it may seem, my time is important too. Really, is this so very difficult to understand?
While most people are totally great, there are a few people who have been messing me around by not showing up or not replying to emails when I've offered them stuff.
Don't get me wrong, I still think that freecycle is brilliant and I encourage everyone to use it. However, I've been doing masses of it lately and if you're getting rid of lots of things, it can be quite hard work and I really don't need people making it harder and more complicated for me.
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| 2007-12-09 00:10 |
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Just a heads up, I'm planning to make my Insanejournal my main blog very shortly - actually, Up All Night Again is my main blog these days but I still like having somewhere to burble about my daily life for those folks who know me in RL or inexplicably care about my life. Unfortunately I'm just not happy to be supporting LJ anymore - there's just been too much corporate fuckwittery lately and it's showing no signs of stopping.
I'll probably keep this as a free account for the time being so that I can keep commenting on other people's stuff and post to the communities I'm involved in but I don't think I'm going to carry on posting here. If I do, it'll be stuff that's relayed from IJ.
I'm fragiletender over on IJ too. If you're already on IJ, please let me know and I'll add you.
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| 2007-12-02 01:22 |
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![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) crunchcandy did this meme last week and wanted her friends to do it too. I was delighted to be able to fulfil one thing on crunchcandy's list and it's possible that I may have another thing for her too.
step one
- Make a post to your LJ with a list of ten holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love a icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for Harry Potter on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.
- Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post so that the holiday joy will spread.
step two
- Surf around your LJ to see who has posted a list. And now here's the important part:
- If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it.
- You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy.
- There are no guarantees with this project, and no strings attached. Just... wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.
Anyway, after some thought, here's my wishlist:
1. A gallery who want to show The Diary Project next year (yes, I realise this is a long shot but perhaps some of you know people who know people?)
2. Anything from my Amazon wishlist (this feels a bit like cheating but perhaps some of you already own one of these books and are happy to pass it on)
3. Trips out for gluten free cake and gossip, especially with friends I haven't seen for a while
4. Large white enamel bowls or jugs - old and battered is completely fine
5. Fabulous chocolates
6. Someone to fill out my tax return for me
7. An electric hotplate for my studio
8. A pair of halfway decent binoculars - I don't mind if they're old, heavy and battered as long as they still work
9. A working Mac keyboard - mine is crapping out
10. Some of The Dark Is Rising Series - for some bizarre reason I have the first and last but have lost the middle three so I'm looking for The Dark is Rising, Greenwitch and The Grey King
You know, this was quite difficult - I'm not a hugely materialistic person and although I have certain addictions (art materials and books spring readily to mind), generally I'm trying to live a lighter life and get things out of my life. But these are all things that I'm on the look-out for, so if anyone wants to make my wishes come true, I'd be grateful and happy. Given that I'm decluttering at the moment, I urge you all to post your lists too, especially if you happen to be after art materials.
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I expect I'm incredibly childish but LJ's new 'adult settings' make me want to write a whole series of inappropriate posts. Hey kids, wanna know about felching? Let Auntie Kirsty explain!
I'm also wondering if hitting the little flag at the top of journals will become a popular new LJ sport? A bit like geocaching or paint balling, we could score points for how often we tag each other or are tagged in return! Ah well, at least now I know for sure that I won't be renewing my paid account when it comes up for renewal next week.
( Warning: talk about teeth, not too graphic or gross but I've put it behind a cut to spare anyone who's a bit phobic. )
Things have been pretty quiet here. I've been working away on The Diary Project. I'm about a month behind on the blog entries and I'm trying to get caught up but it's a bit of a struggle at the moment because I've totally run out of things to say about my drawing process. Plus I just haven't been in much of a writing mood generally of late - I've been slacking over at Up All Night Again too. I need to get back into more regular posting because I'm starting to feel guilty about it. This is possibly because I've been spending far too much time over on Ravelry, arguing about things like religion, feminism and homeschooling in the Big Issues forum. Oh, and occasionally chatting about knitting too. But it's also just that my brain has been finding it hard to concentrate lately - another wondrous CFS symptom, the fun just never starts!
Apart from that though, my insomnia seems to have completely righted itself with very little effort on my part. I am grateful since it was starting to make me a little loopy (OK, OK, loopier than usual!). After months of not being able to get to sleep at night, followed by several weeks of being able to fall asleep but waking up after only 4 hours I've suddenly started going to bed at a reasonable time and being able to sleep through to the morning. I'm generally not needing naps either. Fabulous stuff, this sleeping properly, I thoroughly recommend it and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it continues.
I had another big splurge in the Cupboard Of Doom this week and cleared out my fabric stash with the help of my friend Z. We reduced 18 boxes of fabric down to the 6 that I'm keeping and rest was freecycled. I emptied a couple of boxes of other stuff as well, so I feel that it was a good week for decluttering. There's still a long way to go but I'm trying to do it in a gentle and sustainable manner.
I'm sure I've done other things but I can't for the life of me remember what they are - erhm, did I mention the brain rot at all!
Never mind, here's a picture of my cat - what, it's the internet, there must be cat pictures!
I swear on my life that this wasn't staged at all, Chiana sits in catvincent's post box quite often because it's on top of the radiator so it's her special warm place. She sits in everyone else's post boxes too but that's not nearly so funny.
Our other cat, Mr Constantine, has sadly gone blind recently. Unfortunately it's just old age and nothing can be done. It's a little pitiful watching him wander around bumping into things but he can still find his way to the food and litter tray and doesn't seem to be suffering, although he's a lot slower and stiffer than he used to be. At 17 1/2, we're not sure how much longer he'll be around and we're all giving him lots of extra love and attention while he is. Chiana and him are getting on reasonably OK now, he's not afraid of her anymore, she does have a nasty tendency to jump on his head and he has to swat her and make grumbly old man noises but they also snuggle up together to sleep and she'll groom him on occasion, which is quite ridiculously adorable. Oh, and catvincent acquired a giant African land snail, which he'd like you to name.
Hey ho, must go off and write about art for Up All Night Again and maybe do some more blog entries for The Diary Project. Or maybe I'll just listen to podcasts and knit. Hmm, tough choice but I think I'll be good and do some work first.
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I've been busy decluttering in the last week or two. I've discovered that yeah, I can put stuff away in nicely labelled boxes all I want but if I simply have too much stuff, then it's never going to be neat and tidy because it will always overspill the storage area. Our possessions can weigh us down: lately I've been feeling very burdened by all the unfinished projects I wasn't doing and the sheer quantity of things that I own. Part of it is the fact that I'm rapidly coming up to 40 and it's apparently triggering a whole lot of self-examination.
So I've spent some time honestly examining whether the things I've held onto for years were actually doing me any good or if they'd be better out in the world making someone else happy. I've surprised myself by some of the things I was ready to let go off.My new rule of 'if it's making me feel guilty, it needs to be out of my life in some way' is helping immensely - I can finish it, read it, undo it (in the case of knitting), send it to the person it's meant to go to or give it away. I freecycled a ton of stuff this week, including some art books that were making me feel guilty (critical books I'd never got round to reading) and some art materials that weren't doing anyone any good languishing in the cupboard. On Thursday malabar and I took five bags of junk and several boxes of recycling to the local dump. It felt fantastic!
There's still loads to do - I am the Queen Of Procrastination after all, so as you can imagine, I have plenty of unfinished projects and commitments to deal with - but I've made definite and distinct headway. You can actually see the floor in our walk-in cupboard for the first time in several years - this almost certainly constitutes a minor miracle (quick, someone alert the Pope!)
Next I need to go through the existing boxes in the cupboard and decide whether I'm really using the stuff in them or just hanging on to it out of habit or emotional neediness. I think the fabric collection is in for a bit of a pruning for starters - considering that I don't even sew, I don't think I need more than a dozen boxes of the stuff! Some of it is used as altar cloths but I'm sure that some of it will end up on Freecycle next week.
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| 2007-10-31 08:57 |
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Hooray, I live. The cold is finally, finally on the way out although I'm still a little snuffly. I went to the doctor's yesterday (having booked the appointment on Friday when I was truly dire and thought I might be getting bronchitis). Of course, by yesterday my lungs had cleared up quite considerably but I was able to get a prescription for the stronger sleeping tablets. My doctor said "yeah, those mild ones have a drug license but honestly, I think they're about as effective as a cup of cocoa!" and happily put me back on the stronger ones again. So I am a happy camper because I have had two nights of 7 hours of sleep at the right time - hence my ability to get up for my jewellery class this morning. Still pretty wiped, and this week is a busy one, but at least I'll be sleeping in more than four hour chunks.
Today we are celebrating the lovely malabar's Un-Birthday, her actual birthday having been spent in the Amazonian jungle on the rigourous ayahuasca diet. Today's celebrations will hopefully be a little less austere. We started the day with delicious gluten-free pancakes and malabar has just departed for a massage. Later in the day we're planning a trip to see Ratatouille, followed by dinner out - plus the lovely astvinr arrived last night for a couple of days. If you're a friend, please potter over to her journal and wish her well.
Right, I must depart, I have to write up a proposal for jewellery in the next 15 minutes and then get out to class. Still somewhat lacking in enthusiasm for this but I need to give it a go at least. As I told my friend Z yesterday - if I'm still not enjoying it at Christmas, I'll quit.
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| 2007-10-26 04:39 |
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Dear Universe,
I know that I said I absolutely needed a couple of weeks rest.
And I know that past experience of me probably led you to believe that I wouldn't, in fact, do this but IMO sending The Killer Cold From Hell was overdoing it a tad.
Yes, gentle readers - I am sick, sick, sick. Oh, imagine your surprise!
malabar returned from the jungle with a cold, which was fairly mild for her, passed the Kidlet by (fingers crossed), infected catvincent for all of two days, but - predictably enough - hit Compromised Immune System Girl like the proverbial ton of bricks.
It has not only moved in, it is now rearranging the furniture - "your lungs, darling - sooooo much better on the outside of your body, wouldn't you agree?"
Which is why, after going to bed at a reasonable hour for a change, I am up drinking Lemsip and necking Benylin instead of upstairs dreaming happy little dreams of Neil Gaiman. Apparently I can only sleep for four hours at a stretch before violently coughing myself awake and needing to stagger downstairs for drugs, more drugs.
Really, this can stop any time it fucking likes...
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