New book.
I had a dr's appt this morning. I took me to coffee afterwards, and read my new book, Janet Fitch's newie, "Paint it Black" after purchasing some migraine medication from the pharmacy. Yesterday at work I almost threw up, my headache was that bad. But the dr actually prescribed it for my period cramps. Geez. Every month I am bedridden on the first day. My abdomen hurts, my back hurts, I occasionally hug my toilet bowl...and all this is supposed to be prevented by taking the pill. It would appear I am special.
OH! And my blood tests came back, I *did* have a nasty virus, my white blood cells were all abnormal and weird lookin'. But - newsflash - I'm not anaemic, for like, the first time in YEARS! Hah!
So I took the bus to work, alternating reading my book and looking out the window, it was a lovely sunny morning. I got off the bus 2 blocks early and walked along past the kathmandu store and the art supplies store...I would have been content to walk all day through the city and to the art gallery, my long skirt swishing and no one knowing who I was...like a disappeared woman from Kate Braverman's "incantation of Frida K".
But I went to work. Spent all day waiting to get out, and then I went to Fatboys and read some more, spoke to Megs on the phone, read some more, caught the train home, still revelling in the fact that I was by myself, with an empty house to come home to. I am listening to Alice Russell and Billie Holiday and Edith Piaf...still drinking tea, with tealight candles and fairy lights.
I really wish I had been more diligent with nanowrimo, although to be honest, i thought I was somewhat fooling myself with grand intentions - for this month was always going to be fairly full on. Even though J has been away for most of it. I spoke to him earlier - he called me from the airport. His mum got the times wrong for their flights. Haha. Darn 24 hour time!
They're off to Darwin. Going hiking and stuff. Well...I don't know about Hiking *actually* but it sounds nice and outdoorsy. And they're doing outdoorsy stuff. I really want to go camping, hey.
Megs is coming up the DAY before I leave for Byron. I was hoping she might be up here in time for my birthday dinner. But alas. Maybe I'll be able to have dinner with her when she gets here.
Anyways. I am off to write for I am inspired. I feel so full today like every breath I inhale is overwhelming. Today I am in love with life!
OH! And my blood tests came back, I *did* have a nasty virus, my white blood cells were all abnormal and weird lookin'. But - newsflash - I'm not anaemic, for like, the first time in YEARS! Hah!
So I took the bus to work, alternating reading my book and looking out the window, it was a lovely sunny morning. I got off the bus 2 blocks early and walked along past the kathmandu store and the art supplies store...I would have been content to walk all day through the city and to the art gallery, my long skirt swishing and no one knowing who I was...like a disappeared woman from Kate Braverman's "incantation of Frida K".
But I went to work. Spent all day waiting to get out, and then I went to Fatboys and read some more, spoke to Megs on the phone, read some more, caught the train home, still revelling in the fact that I was by myself, with an empty house to come home to. I am listening to Alice Russell and Billie Holiday and Edith Piaf...still drinking tea, with tealight candles and fairy lights.
I really wish I had been more diligent with nanowrimo, although to be honest, i thought I was somewhat fooling myself with grand intentions - for this month was always going to be fairly full on. Even though J has been away for most of it. I spoke to him earlier - he called me from the airport. His mum got the times wrong for their flights. Haha. Darn 24 hour time!
They're off to Darwin. Going hiking and stuff. Well...I don't know about Hiking *actually* but it sounds nice and outdoorsy. And they're doing outdoorsy stuff. I really want to go camping, hey.
Megs is coming up the DAY before I leave for Byron. I was hoping she might be up here in time for my birthday dinner. But alas. Maybe I'll be able to have dinner with her when she gets here.
Anyways. I am off to write for I am inspired. I feel so full today like every breath I inhale is overwhelming. Today I am in love with life!