what made it special made it dangerous (so i bury it, and forget)
Its a going-to-the-beach day. To be honest, most days are going to the beach days, but I feel this weather is calling especially for practising escapology, and I would happily - if I could - pack a hamper and relocate marina tone for a blustery afternoon. I have a great desire to have my cobwebs blown backward by a strong wind, and to watch a dark storm brew above the sea breeze horizon.
I don't think antibiotics are good for me. Have had an ear infection for a month or so now and finally got treatment last wednesday... my mood has plummeted! Oh dear indeed. I had a most pleasant distraction, however, in the form of Jenny and Steve, who came to stay for two days of Evil Eye Lounge drinking and Body Electric dancing. Didn't last too long at the Body Electric as a headache descended upon me just before dinner, and the booming beats didn't help. They were sweet, and we left after a couple of hours. I felt bad... like a failed hostess...
Today is not such a good day. After they left yesterday I walked sulkily home, but was cheered by Jody who accompanied me in wine drinking, and we watched "Death In Venice", and I passed out happily shortly after eleven. I slept! Oh my! I slept... my dreams were a strange mishmash patchwork concoction of friends and weird scenarios... but I slept for a steady eight or so hours, and that really is quite divine in these wide eyed times. Woke up this morning, and would rather have continued to sleep. Ah well, such is life.
I don't think antibiotics are good for me. Have had an ear infection for a month or so now and finally got treatment last wednesday... my mood has plummeted! Oh dear indeed. I had a most pleasant distraction, however, in the form of Jenny and Steve, who came to stay for two days of Evil Eye Lounge drinking and Body Electric dancing. Didn't last too long at the Body Electric as a headache descended upon me just before dinner, and the booming beats didn't help. They were sweet, and we left after a couple of hours. I felt bad... like a failed hostess...
Today is not such a good day. After they left yesterday I walked sulkily home, but was cheered by Jody who accompanied me in wine drinking, and we watched "Death In Venice", and I passed out happily shortly after eleven. I slept! Oh my! I slept... my dreams were a strange mishmash patchwork concoction of friends and weird scenarios... but I slept for a steady eight or so hours, and that really is quite divine in these wide eyed times. Woke up this morning, and would rather have continued to sleep. Ah well, such is life.