Thursday, February 22, 2007

i did it....

It didn't end up how I wanted it to.

I didn't get where I expected.


The reactions were minimal,

The causes were dismal.


It's all a bit pair of pants, really.


And I'm afraid I might rant.

SO I'll end it now,

Enough said. I'm pissed. Goodnight.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

News....

I've had a very busy new year when I come to think of it.

There was the big decision.

That is to actually hand in my application for a career break.

I don't know what made me take the plunge in the end, but I did, and here I am.

Only seven months, less until I get out of Dublin.

Until I get married.

I am so excited, nervous, terrified, afraid, happy and all the bundles of feelings.

I didn't think it was allowed to be scared.

But my most adventurous friend asked me was I feeling anxious.

I said, 'patcha'

And she said, 'I would be'

I looked at her, 'would you?'

'Yes. I think you're right to do it, but I would be scared.'

'Well, I suppose I am a bit', I said.

Blogsblogsblogs of information from people all around the world.

We're trying to put together an itinerary.

Then I keep thinking of that Jewish joke

'How do you make God laugh?'

'Tell him your plans'

Maybe I shouldn't be excited about the year off.

It might never happen after all.

I should just live in the here and now.

But if I do that, well, I could end up in Mumbai without a clue how I got there.

And I am kind of living in the here and now.

I've been busy - meeting up with people, doing fitness things in an attempt to lose the blubber.

I still haven't finished the first draft of the book.

And I haven't been blogging.

But I've been busy.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

post xmas plump slump

Typical, that's what it is. I'm just bed ridden following two weeks of excess over xmas. My sympathies are with the permanently ill, as it really truly sucks.

All those mornings when I've internally wished, nay prayed for an illness that would enable me to be bed bound, well they were stupid really. Now I've got my wish and I'm a toxic shambles of a rambling person.

Today, I got out of bed, was woosy, got back into bed, rested. Woke, was scared of getting out and experiencing woosiness and read instead. Read the last book I had to read. Then got up, went down stairs. Was feeling a bit perky, decided to change the sheets on my bed (aka my new permanent place of residence). Ransacked the hot press for said sheets. Got woosy, stumbled upstairs and slept. Got up again went to bed again, you get the picture.

The simplest things are so tiring. Like doing this. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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