no more apologies oh i'm too tired and i'm feeling very sick and ill today but i'm still fond of you
a head like a multi-storey carpark which means I am coming down with something. alternately succumbing to self-pity and fighting against it - i'm perpetually amazed by my ability to override physical discomfort if i 'put my mind to it'. Why is that? I don't believe in astrology, but they say that that's a trademark of cancerians. Trying, also, to fight the urge for company which is a trademark of illness - I remember sitting limp on the green chair in the kitchen, drawing so much comfort from just being next to my mother, banging around and making coffee. Following her from room to room like a sad grumpy puppy, with no interesting conversations.
Yesterday, i went to dinner with three teachers from the special needs school. They were supposed to be practicing their english, but we spoke japanese the whole time. It was fun, nice to get a good feed of the sort where there are many scrumptious dishes to pick and choose from. alex used to say that it was odd, that for someone who liked eating so much, that i ate so little. It's true; I could very easily succumb to being a right fattie. I ate fugu, or blowfish; the one which can kill you. It didn't, luckily.
Today, disheartened and foggy, after hours spent teaching when i should have been in bed, I watched closer. I wasn't enraptured by it, i must say. Julia Roberts and Clive Owen frankly annoyed me, and I didn't think the relationships had any real resonance. Natalie Portman is absolutely stunning in it, though.
After all this ridiculous rehearsing, I hope im going to be well enough to play in this concert on sunday.
Yesterday, i went to dinner with three teachers from the special needs school. They were supposed to be practicing their english, but we spoke japanese the whole time. It was fun, nice to get a good feed of the sort where there are many scrumptious dishes to pick and choose from. alex used to say that it was odd, that for someone who liked eating so much, that i ate so little. It's true; I could very easily succumb to being a right fattie. I ate fugu, or blowfish; the one which can kill you. It didn't, luckily.
Today, disheartened and foggy, after hours spent teaching when i should have been in bed, I watched closer. I wasn't enraptured by it, i must say. Julia Roberts and Clive Owen frankly annoyed me, and I didn't think the relationships had any real resonance. Natalie Portman is absolutely stunning in it, though.
After all this ridiculous rehearsing, I hope im going to be well enough to play in this concert on sunday.