I know that a lot of this can be laid at the feet of two weeks of almost unremitting early-waking insomnia (Monday was the one day I actually managed a lie-in til about half ten or so) combined with the usual havoc the barometric pressure is playing with my lumbar spine/iliac crests, (plus husband out of town plus penuary plus blah blah blah) but ( Read more... )

Orthopaedics vs. Anaesthetics:

Getting all hot and bothered reading True Blood slash when your husband creature is away for at least another three weeks does seem rather masochistic. Just sayin'. Go sit quietly and knit or something.

Also, sort out the damn early-waking shit. You're getting careless in your tiredness. Dislocating both IP joints in your little finger while ( Read more... )

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I was supposed to spend this morning doing my online enrollment for a course at TAFE. Not helped by the fact that it was light outside by the time I got to sleep this morning, and the woman from the college helpfully rang me to say she'd sent me the enrollment package at 0900hrs. So I mosey over to the website and go through all the bollocks with ( Read more... )

*eyetwitch* Paterfamilias had his Xmas in July last night, and it was the first time my Uncle Arsehole and his Spousal Unit had met my husband creature. (This has been intentional, I've been very carefully avoiding any events where said Uncle was likely to be since the Xmas in July a couple of years ago when he got stocious and suggested that he ( Read more... )

Two inches.

Two.
Inches.

Two inches, and it's keeping me awake.
(Insert ex-husband joke here.)

What's the old riddle about a Shakespeare play?
Two inches?
Much Ado About NothingBut it isn't nothing ( Read more... )

But before the details on that, I need to share with the world that I have found the perfect formula for beating close-to-freezing temperatures. It goes thus: an electric blanket, flannel sheets, a stock-standard polyester-fill quilt and three strategically placed cats. (Mushroom usually positions himself somewhere on my chest to tummy region, ( Read more... )

"It can now be proclaimed to the world that the dead and the wounded of Bloody Sunday, civil rights marchers, one and all, were innocent, one and all, gunned down on their own streets by soldiers who had been given to believe that they could kill with perfect impunity,"

*waves to her new batch of stalkers without the balls to introduce themselves ( Read more... )