9th November, 2008 (1:20 pm)

The Day With The Return (10)

O HAI interwebs!

Ah, man, it’s been so long, hasn’t it? I suck donkey balls: you know it, I know it. A gazillion things have happened, some good, some not so good, some middling it with a meh, but the upshot is I’m still alive - give me a woo and a hoo - and the bad gunky - whilst not completely abated - is definitely on the retreat.

It would take far more time than I actually have available right now to update you on everything, so I’m going to be lame and do a quick bullet list. Yeah, that’s right. I suck and I’m lazy.

That’ll have to do. My fingers are cramping from the hitherto lack of keyboard use and I think I’m boring myself, which means I’m definitely boring you. To close, I have to wish Val a happy pregnancy, Tanya a happy wedding and Teesee a belated happy birthday. There’s probably someone or something I’ve forgotten so if so, please congratulate/link yourself in my comments and we’ll pretend that it’s from me, mmkay?

Finally: how’s you? What you been up to?

V xx

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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!

V xx

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1st June, 2008 (10:44 am)

The Day She Left (6)

She really left.. :(

V xx

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29th March, 2008 (5:22 pm)

The Bit About Drifting Apart (8)

I went out for dinner with some friends last night. They’re old friends; people I grew up with post-school, friends who’ve pretty much seen me at my worst - drunk and irritating, vomiting in nightclubs, stumbling into gutters . . . you get the picture. I was looking forward to catching up - we all have kids now, mostly all married, and it’s harder to accommodate friends as you get older; inevitably your free time shrinks, and what time you do have seems committed to boring adult things like decorating and cleaning and goddamn ironing. We only seem to see each other at kiddie parties, so I always grasp at the chance to sit down with them outside of a venue with climbing equipment and a day-glo interior.

It was all very lovely; calm and relaxed, lots of laughter. We caught up on love and life and all the bits inbetween. The friend to my left told us all about her Easter weekend, during which she stayed at an exclusive, cosy little vineyard, just her and her husband, and spent £275 ($550) on a ‘few’ bottles of wine. I almost choked on my steak.

Last weekend I was coding websites, playing Guitar Hero and eating my own body weight in chocolate. There’s the distinct possibility that I didn’t change out of my PJs the entire time. Any “spare” £275 I have lying around and catching dust either goes towards my credit card debt or my PS3 fund.

It was at that point that I realised that I no longer had anything in common with this woman.

V xx

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20th January, 2008 (7:08 pm)

The Day With the Confession (9)

This afternoon S had a playdate with his BFF from school. He came over with his mother, D, whom I love deeply and spent the afternoon polishing off two bottles of Pino Grigio with whilst talking about everything and anything. She’s so no good at taking her booze; possibly a little under the influence, she just told me about how she almost (but not quite) cheated on her husband pre-child but post-marriage.

Even half cut myself, I suspect that she may regret that confession tomorrow morning.

I myself have never cheated on my husband, despite being close enough to try. But I’m a staunch believer in the phrase never say never!

V xx

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