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In the prime of my youth…
I think I have another dose of Labyrinthitis.
This afternoon was particularly bad, but I’m hoping I’ll be feeling better tomorrow. I’ve already been in bed for two days and i’ve got loads to do – not least of all finishing Christmas shopping and posting it off to the family in NZ.
To the, ehem, ‘lady’ in the gym chnaging room at lunchtime: “have you forgotten your skirt, or are you actually planning on wearing that in public?”
Black leggings + skintight black jumper + wide belt + shoe boots makes you look like you are wearing a jumper and opaque tights…
Today I appear to be in mourning for my lost sanity, for I am wearing Black;
black tights
black boots
black skirt
black top
black cardigan
black jacket
I am a long tall woman in a black outfit.
This is what comes of cycling to work, I am the product of whatever I tossed into my bag last night. I suspect this may have consisted of the ‘bedroom carpet’ ie sundry black clothes strewn all over the floor.
It’s still here, its still blocking my view and now there is a man outside my window with some sort of scraper scraping the paint off it.
It is loud and irritating.
Oh Joy, the scaffolders have gone.
Oh crap, they’ve only gone and covered the whole bloody lot in a plastic sheeting which although it lets in the light, is not transparent.
My view of Guildhall and the beautiful red crane which works just beyond it have been obliterated.
Every time my eye is drawn to the window all I can see is an all encompassing whiteness. I feel like I’ve been blinded….my eyes, my eyes!
- nervous about a client meeting I am attending at lunchtime (because I have not yet met this client and know fuck all about the impending project)
- annoyed that the scaffolders are back again today
- looking forward to getting away early this evening even if it is only so I can go and register with a doctors surgery…
- annoyed that I dont have time (or motivation) to go to the gym
Fair enough I’m not in the best of moods however the presence of scaffolders speaking in builder speak (ie shouting at eachother) outside my office window is so not helping.
I don’t ever do these – however I do have one this year:
I will try to remember to remove tissues from my pockets before I do the washing.
I know how annoying this is when you do it to yourself, but I guess its somewhat more annoying when you do it to someone else – the Boyf is wearing a black t-shirt covered in tissue today…
I’ve done it, I’ve deactivated my Facebook account. Interestingly when you deactivate it you must check a box for the reason why. One of them was; ‘my facebook account is causing me too much social anxiety’, another was ‘I am spending too much time on Facebook’, which I’m sure a lot of people could select and yet another was ‘I find it too confusing’ – also a feasible answer. Personally i wanted to select all three of those.
