20th July, 2008 (9:46 pm)
The Day With the Love (9)
I love ya, baby.
And yeah,I know you love mes too. Tisn othing to do with alcolhol, don’t you know.
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16th July, 2008 (8:30 am)
The Day With The Vagueness (12)
I’ve been waiting to tell you about something. It’s something so intensely cool, it’ll make you vomit with jealousy. Those of you who follow me on Twitter have had a hint, but as it hasn’t quite been confirmed yet - and because I’m me, and things like this so rarely happen - I can’t actually officially announce it, because then I’d just going to jinx myself out of the coolness.
Vague? Yeah, I know. But oh-so-totally awesome.
Oh, and an aside: upgraded WordPress. Let me know if anything’s broken.
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7th July, 2008 (8:10 am)
The Day With the Dalek (10)
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6th July, 2008 (12:30 pm)
The Day I Was Repeating Myself (6)
Oh the irony. The day after I write about a portable shitbox, I found myself in dire need of one.
It was my usual problem. There’s something so mind-numbingly depressing about that - not to mention boring and repetitive and totally not blogworthy. I myself am so bored about talking/thinking about it that I didn’t even blog about it the last time it happened (talk about being an ostrich - apparently, if I don’t write about it, it didn’t really happen) but the last time I was this ill was the day before Mother’s Day. I had a stitch-like pain in a non-stitch-like place for about six hours that grew worse over time, until by ten that evening I was howling in pain. It ended in my almost passing out and paramedics at my house. Awesome.
This week’s been odd; the pain’s been bad, though I’ve definitely had worse, and started Monday night, eased Tuesday, came back badly Wednesday night and then eased over Thursday. It feels as though something is building up in there, ready to go off or burst or break or something. I know that I was ill - really unwell, in a different league from my usual coughs and sniffs - because I slept the whole of Thursday, racking up over twenty hours sleep out of twenty-four. It’s as though my body decides, fuck this for a game of soldiers and passes out to recover.
It’s all settled down again now though, I’m happy to report. I took Friday off work to recuperate and we’ve had a pretty quiet weekend, apart from yesterday where we ventured out to take S to see the Incredible Hulk (meh - unimpressed). We did a little shopping - where I spent far too much on a GORGEOUS Radley workbag, which I’ve been lusting after for some time - and then spent the evening tucked up in front of the TV. S spent the entire day pacing the house and waiting for the season finale of Dr. Who (also meh), mooching about in his new all-time-bestest costume - a shiny gold dalek. Seriously. It’s the cutest goddamn thing I have ever seen. To prove it, I will add a photo post as soon as I clear my memory card.
Today is a quiet one. I’ve been working on my GG client list (slippage - argh - needed to get back on track) and then this afternoon S and I are going to do a little baking - chocolate chip muffins, me thinks, and a scrummy Apple and Blackberry crumble. The weather’s cold, dark and wet and if that doesn’t call for a little comfort food, I don’t know what does.
To close, my BFF 4EVA gave birth to her second child yesterday, a gorgeous, gorgeous little girl. I’m wracked with jealousy and not insubstantial pain - I would love another child if my insides weren’t twisted and black and broken - but do you know what she and her husband have done? They’ve named her after me! WTF?! Am so, so, so touched!
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1st July, 2008 (2:53 pm)
The Day With The Brown Box (4)
The greatest invention of our time.
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