Very hot and humid today, and I've been very hot and irritable all day, doing a lot of very dusty and annoying housework, and snapping peevishly at the g-d and boyfriend, who both seem to have moved in until the weekend. How much am I prepared to put up with for a free weekend in Paris?

That was a rather peculiar few days. After Wednesday's frightening reappearance of the depression I perked up wonderfully on Thursday (mainly because somebody at work said how well I was doing). I also found myself seriously considering getting a tattoo. This is much the same sort of emotional switchback that I remember from my adolescence - am ( Read more... )

Woke this morning, after a lot of vivid dreams, featuring the usual huge, labyrinthine house, a new public park with spectacular waterworks aqnd canals, and a visit to Paris, where I was able to walk over a bridge to the Jardin des Plantes, I woke up feeling flat and depressed - another whole weekend wasted, and here I was on Monday morning with no ( Read more... )

Didn't go out this afternoon, after all, but ended up spending most of this afternoon tidying, mainly the kitchen cupboards and my bedroom (now with visible floor!). The kitchen cupboards yielded four jars of mincemeat (two unopened), five jars of honey (two unopened), two unopened bottles of soy sauce, and an unopened jar of mulberry jam. ( Read more... )