Saturday, January 21, 2017

I am forcing myself ...

... away from the television and my book with firm statements / commands / selfexplanations!

You really, really(!) NEED underwear!!
I tell myself.
Get up!

I am soo blaise (spelling?)
It's  been slow at work.
My brain has been slow with medication.
Myself has been slow to care.
About anything.

I must i must increase my bust.

Is what ladies used to chant as they did certain exercises wbich were supposed to increase their bust which didnt but actually were very good toning exercises which in that sense certainly, probably, maybe made them perkier? Perhaps?

Lift and thrust.

I have cleaned some litter trays.
Everything smells so much better.
My nose doesn't  normally really work, so i figure they must have been bad.

My birthday/xmas present from my family is a security door which may possibly be being fitted this coming week and i am quite excited, and my cats will be much cooler and there may be sudden vicious placement battles occurring in the near future and maybe if i put off buying a new phone yet again! and buy a cat water fountain instead i can distract them from fighting over who gets to lay down first in front of the new screen door first?

Or maybe not.

BUT FIRST I NEED TO WASH SOME UNDERWEAR!!!!

I want to win lotto so that i can open a bookstore to replace my local bookstore wot i used to go to after having breakfast out on a friday or saturday or sunday or other day, but wot closed when i wasn't looking over xmas, gosh darn damnit!! I am so pissed off about that!
I would call it 'Brown Books'.
Because i am silly.



Saturday, January 14, 2017

Springing into action, I rushed to the door ...

My beautiful silly cat loudly moaned and mewed his excited delight at bringing me a present ...




















... a piece of soggy wood.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Shattered

My life is back to normal, now that my mother has finally gone home, so today I went out to brunch and wandered down to my local bookstore only to find closing down signs and nearly entirely empty displays.

The few scattered remaining books looked forlorn and the nice very tall assistant starting to take down shelves whilst sniffling into a well used tissue. The lovely motherly lady who usually rings up my purchases gave me an extra percentage off my last buy and I burst into tears as I walked away.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Here comes the sun ...

My beautiful Bokkie has not entirely forgiven me for bringing him home from my sisters house. However, he loves me enough that even though he started off lying half the bed away, and even though it is very hot and sticky, he has still ended up snuggled up against my foot.




It has only taken three hours.


Saturday, December 31, 2016

Come on let it rain. Let it rain down on me ...

Beautiful Blossom poised on Terry Pratchett book Wintersmith.
Main character near frozen to death in drifts of snow whilst i swelter in over 30 degree heat under ceiling fan on highest setting.  Not so bad that i have had to yet take the emergency bag of ice out of the freezer.


Friday, December 30, 2016

A new year ...

I am feeling unreasonably sad.

Can only put it down to the stress of so much family time.
I am used to a lot more alone time than I am getting.

Bad thoughts tend to drift through my mind when I am scootering at the best of times, but have been crying by the time I've reached work every day this week.

Probably a good thing it was a short week for me, hey?

Was nearly starting to feel human again with the new medication and forced healthy living (not supposed to drink on methotrexate) but my willpower has erroded over the month in the face of daily offers of drinks, even though I  asked them not to.  I can only say no so many times, before it changes to 'just the one', to 'Hell YES! Liqour me up'.  Do you think they'll  stop offering me drinks when i turn yellow with liver/kidney failure? No it would be my fault for not saying no.

It will be very good when the parent goes and I only see my family for an hour or so or less once a week, sigh.

Good news is there is a definate date now.
8 January.

Concerned 2017 is going to be as 'not good' as 2016 and 2015.
What if mother going home is the highlight of the year?

No.
I vow to do/have/experience something better than just the absence of my mother this year!

I will plant at least one garden bed- if it ever rains and takes us off level 3 (soon to be level 4) water restrictions, damnit.

I will look for a new job!

I will tidy up and organise my home so that it is actually comfortable and not just spend all my spare time in bed feeling a bit crap.

Of course, if I win lotto this week it would make all this a great deal easier and I wouldn't  have to look for work at all, which would be very nice, at least for a while.

Cheers *clinks wine glass*


Edit: taint all doom and gloom. Beat my stepfather at backgammon four times in a row today with some crazy multiple throws of doubles. Five in a row!