Depression hit last night, the first I've had since hospital (February), and I hardly slept a wink. When I did, I dreamt stupid stuff about John F. Kennedy and cutting triangular swatches of fabric off all his boxer shorts. I must've woken every half hour. I couldn't read to distract myself as one book is about the mechanics of the human brain (too
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I've not been on top of LJ at all in recent times, and I still seem to be hopeless with e-mails, but please seek me out on MSN or Scrabulous or something if you fancy a chat about anything or nothing. If you can't see me online at any given time, chuck me an e-mail suggesting a chat and chances are I'll find it within time to find you, and prattle away nonsensically till the cows come home. :-)
In the meantime, here's a photograph of Mae West you might like; it transfixed me when I found it online a couple of days ago. It was labelled as being from a 1934 picture called Belle Of The Nineties and I'm now intrigued as to what plot line might have required her to appear in this get up! Clearly I need to watch me some Mae West films.
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I agree - Mae's arms look very short. I think her standing on a stool isn't helping matters either.
This just hit me like a tonne of bricks. There I was wondering how you were and the next day - WHAM. :(
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oxo
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you're in my thoughts here and there you know. Wondering from time to time how you is and what you be up to.
You should watch all the episodes of Pee Wee's Playhouse. =)
Take care of you.
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