I feel like I have no brain at the moment. If anyone were to prise open my skull they’d find nothing but icky mushy stuff. It’s probably pink, light not dark, and has the consistency of jelly when it’s made out of milk. I’d like to think that there are fine [baby-blue] candy-floss strands protecting the mushiness, but I doubt this to be true.
My [work] trousers are too big for me. This makes me happy. It means that my visits to Gym have had some benefit. I’m still in two minds about Gym. On the one hand he’s quite nice, quite cool … but he has such atrocious taste in music. And sometimes he gets very noisy, and even grunts a little, which makes me want to laugh because I always laugh at stupid things. This accounts for why people give me odd looks sometimes.
I’ve fallen in love with Sweetcorn. Yes, Sweetcorn. Why [oh-why] have I fallen in love with Sweetcorn?
The Blokey is ill. Well, he’s sort-of ill. For the rest of his life. But it’s treatable [with a pill, daily], it’s non-life threatening, and it accounts for a variety of things that have been going on. My MiL suffers from the same ailment. When we told her at the weekend she said, “Well, I did wonder. Some of your symptoms sounded so much like mine.” Well, that’s fandangly MiL – but why not tell him to toddle off to the doctor and get it sorted earlier then.
I have a new addiction, and now that Vista has made me feel all fuzzy and warm inside by re-entering my life, my addiction is so much cooler. My addiction is Spider Solitaire. Why [oh-why] have I become addicted to Spider Solitaire?
I do have a lot of stuff to write about. But my life is being taken over by something called having-things-to-do and thus, the Internet gets mislaid, and the xlog gets forgotten, and Gym gets to see more of my miserable face.
please God bless this nonsense xxx Elsabeth