What is the point of all this shit ( Read more... )

It is almost half past seven in Saturday morning - and guess who just got back home a couple of minutes past six. Yeah, that would be me. And yeah, I feel like kicking my own ass to Azkaban and back for that. Unfortunately for the justice - and fortunately for my poor fat bottom - I am still way too drunk to do that, since I would most likely not ( Read more... )

First day back at work, first day in this specific job - and after an hour, I am already in my (old) office, typing an entry. Have to love it ( Read more... )

A friend of a friend just called me and asked if he could take me out for a dinner tomorrow ( Read more... )

So, Mr. Daddy dropped by yesterday. I do not think he had understood the severity of the situation until he saw Sigrid. He really was quite shocked by the sight, even though he had seen the photos. "What is that cannula for? Is it normal for her to do that? Is she in pain ( Read more... )

Last night was quite horrible, Baby-wise. Had some contractions and started to freak out for real. Could not really get any sleep at night, was busy thinking about all the things that could go wrong - or could have already gone wrong. So, I got up at 8 am, went for a walk - and after having walked for a few kilometres, I had a few REALLY intense ( Read more... )

Mr. Daddy went back to Sweden today. Yes, he spent a night at my place. We had it coming, did we not, working together for a few days again? But we did behave ourselves this time - mostly because the Baby has been all weird for a little while already. (Been more active today - did not call the doctor ( Read more... )

My, my, my... What a strange day it has been - and it is still far from being at its end. I went to see the Baby's father (it is his birthday today) at his place for a cup of tea and such. We were supposed to have a civilised conversation on how we are going to handle this little situation of ours, exactly. Well, we ended up talking about my ( Read more... )

"To Celia"
by Ben Jonson

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As ( Read more... )