I had the plague. I swear to god (or Hashem, as my people call him, because we’re on a first-name basis) it was some form of the bubonic-lurgy-pneumo-destructo-citis*. There was a great deal of sweating and sleeping and coughing and feelings dizzy and having funky-ass dreams involving time-travel and ladders. And I just seemed not to be getting better. [...]
Seriously, I’m not going there. And neither should you.
So, how are you guys? Good? Miss me? I missed you. it’s been crazy times over here. Diva artists, deadlines, shouting matches and not much time to blog. [...]
Soon, Lost will be finished. 3 more episodes, they say, and all the loose ends will be tied up, all the mysteries solved, and the guy who plays Sawyer can finally get a haircut and shave regularly, which by all accounts will be a relief to him. [...]
So, I got mugged just before Christmas last year: some of you know this, and some of you don’t. Don’t worry, I’m okay, aside from the nightmares and the occasional bout of OCD behaviour. And I think that might have been a preexisting condition. [...]
ahem!
an ODE to TOAST!:
I hate many things, but I love toast
fresh and hot with melting butter
[...]
Gads. I’m lethargic, today, as if you couldn’t tell.
Even raising my arms to type the words is, to be frank, quite tiring at the moment. I’m not sure why, although I suspect it’s due to a combination of the draining effects of the heat and the related lack of sleep. [...]
Every Monday morning threatens to turn me into a raging sociopath.
Monday mornings are a challenge to most of us, but for me, and for my beloved, they are a true test of endurance, sanity, and bladder control. As I stay at his place every weekend, we are forced to brave the traffic from Parklands through to the city. On average, this takes us an hour, but lately it’s run anywhere from an hour and a half to two full bloody hours stuck unmoving in a tin prison.
Rat race my arse. Slug race more likely. [...]
Oh god . Has it really been that long? Apparently, it’s been that long. It’s been so long I’m not even sure I remember how this works.
My dears, this is shameful. [...]
Today is exactly one month until my birthday. I will be turning… let’s say… 25. [...]
You’ll have to excuse me. It’s been a tough couple of weeks. Besides battling complications and confusion resulting from events at various venues, attending interesting seminars that somehow drain the blood right out of me, and, you know, fighting crime ‘n stuff; our apartment has not had hot water for more than two weeks now. [...]
