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I’m Jeremy Kyle and you are SCUUUUUM!
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I tend to “WOO!” for bubbles.
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January’s Resolution Plan:
READ: Catch 22 by Joseph Heller
KNIT: Lacy Baktus in Crystal Palace Mini Mochi (a request from one of our doctors)
COOK: Beetroot Risotto
HEAR: Not sure yet, will update when I decide on something (suggestions?)
WATCH: Before Sunrise
I was prescribed carbamazepine a little while ago and, actually, had a lovely time with it. True, the rapid-fire “zomgthisallmakessomuchsensethatithurts” nature of my particular neurological malfunction was blunted - which, might I add, was the whole idea - and I sort of missed it. My brain was a lovely shiny thought kettle and the meds caused it to develop nasty limescaley fur.
My consultant told me, following our first ever five minute consultation, that I actually didn’t need my medication and could stop it cold turkey if I wanted. I did so immediately (primarily because I was desperate to start giving blood again, which might actually be the weirdest reason ever). The result was what I can only really describe as the mental equivalent of Cillit Bang. No more limescale.
Except that now, a couple of weeks on, I am growing to realise that it wasn’t limescale at all. It was a protective chalky exoskeleton that I have just shat out of my ears. The sense I was making wasn’t actually sense - it was one ridiculous paranoia-filled retard balloon after another. Together. All at once. Strung over a period of my entire waking life. I wasn’t feeling blunted - I just wasn’t used to feeling normal.
tl;dr: I am going back to the doctor.
I Am A Resolutionary
New Year a-comin’. Rather than setting big goals for myself for 2011 I intend to meet a series of smaller goals.
Each month I will:
-Knit a pattern I’ve never knitted.
-Cook a recipe I’ve never cooked.
-Read a book I’ve never read.
-Listen to an album I’ve never heard.
-Watch a film I’ve never seen.
Modest, yes. I will be studying at the same time (as well as working full time), though, so hopefully this will be just enough to keep me ticking over and give me something to aim for. I’ve been sticking far too much to what I know and it’s about time I started to bring some new newness back into my life.
I has a crush.
We’ve just this week had a new convenience store open in Hockley. Dan and I wandered in after doing our weekly shop. It’s “cheat day” today - something we do every Saturday where we ignore our usual healthy eating plan and pig out on bad food.
So. I meet my new crush - a gorgeous, slim, slightly androgynous-looking girl with dark hair and a dragon tattoo down the inside of her left forearm. Hubba.
She was pleasant, polite, slightly smiley. Totally what you’d expect from a customer service rep. I, meanwhile, give off totally the wrong impression by buying our cheat food (chocolate weetabix, two pot noodles and some peanut puffs) while my husband talks about cheap whiskey.
Sigh.
Oh. In unrelated news, I have turned my Facebook back on for a trial run, mostly because I sort of miss knowing what my far-off friends are having for lunch. If it starts to take over my life again I’ll be switching it back off without a second thought.
Today I am getting back at Spock by floating his favourite treats around on a makeshift raft in the bath.
He is not best pleased. I anticipate a ninja claw attack overnight.
Our Christmas treat money is gone. We save up our coppers and whatnots every year, then on the run-up to Christmas we stick it all in a Coinstar machine (that’s the most exciting bit!) and trade it in for festive treats.
Tonight we wandered down to Tesco and took our change with us. Coinstar machine was out of action so we plonked it in our trolley and did the rest of our shopping. When we left, we both forgot and left it in there.
As soon as we noticed Dan went haring back to Tesco to try and find it but it was gone.
It can’t have been much - maybe £15 tops - but having just had to pay for the vets (stupid rubbery cat…) we can’t afford to replace it.
I am far more upset than I’ve any right to be.
Hyperbole And A Half →
This is my new favourite blog.
Also, no: Spock has not shat his rubber band yet.
Spock has eaten one of the postman’s big red rubber bands.
I have now had the pleasure of forcibly squirting liquid paraffin down his throat. I have grabbed my knitting and am settling down for an afternoon of poop watching.
Ahh, the joys of pet ownership…
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