I meant to start writing at noon. Now it’s 1:30 and what did I do for the past hour and a half? Organize my little, daily files into one big file. Then tried to format it out of the nasty internet-friendly text into actual indented paragraphs. This didn’t work and it’s awfully ugly. Now my arms hurt. And my tea is cold and my back is stuff (but that’s from dance class.)

Mope.

I have interesting people. The ones I don’t see for years and years and email gets boring and then I see them and we just take up the conversation exactly where we left off the last time we were together. Interesting people. Ya.

I cleaned my room and found my sandles and they had grown green stuff over the summer! Ew. My horoscope, though, did suggest something about starting a garden today…. but never mind, I rinsed off my sandles in the sink and scrubbed them with a brush because they are expensive sandles. Ok, they’re 10 years old, but I might want to be a hippie next summer.

Dad is reading the last Harry Potter book and has started casting spells.

My feet are sore and my back hurts and ER is on and I feel kind of sick, like nauseous. My solution is ice cream and ER on in the background while I write.

Shoot. There’s like more background to this but I’m wasting words here.

I wore argyle socks yesterday with my jeans. I was quite pleased with myself and laughed when I noticed that my Mum was wearing the same. She of course bought the socks for me and bought some for herself as well (not letting me have both pairs).

I was sick for two weeks and I am not yet now even fully recovered although I am back to feeling normal. My sickness was a cold for three days and then lungs that didn’t breath correctly for 10 days. They aren’t quite healed yet but I only notice when I sing long notes… and I only do that when I’m in the car on my own. When I do that my lungs feel hollow and empty. When I was sick I couldn’t walk down the hall without gasping for air. Sick!

I watched lots of television while I was sick and also had started a crochet blanket before so I could at least work on that while I otherwise had to stay pretty still for long periods of time. My new blanket is green and white to match my bedspread. I’m having trouble trying to decide what to do with the crochet blankets that are currently on my bed, which are nice and all, but don’t match. Actually one of them isn’t very pretty. It was the first crochet I ever did and is a huge mishmash of colours from a bunch of thrift store sweaters that I detangled/unravelled. Such fun it was and I watched lots of X-Files while I was making it. The other blanket is purple and white and goes with my purple bedspread, which is going unused right now because it is twin sized and I now have a double bed. I used it for a while on the double but finally got fed up with it not covering my feet and also didn’t hang nicely over the edge of the mattress like bedspreads are supposed to do.

Halloween is tomorrow and I have to work. I’m going to dress up like a receptionist. Really I dress up “like” a receptionist every day I go to work.

I got burrito sauce on my book while I was reading at lunch. Made me so mad. I’m finally reading Sense and Sensibility. I find that it helps in the reading that I pretty much have the Emma Thompson movie memorized (I like it). I forgot that I owned it (the book) because I put an orange book-cover on it, disguising it’s true prettiness. It’s an old bookclub version, with Northanger Abbey attached to the end of it.

I’m also reading TS Eliot’s poem The Waste Land which is about way more than any one poem should be about. Lucky I have found a web page to tell me what all of that is. Oddly enough there is allusion to Austro-Hungarian royalty, which I didn’t notice, but which I know a lot about from studying Empress Sissi.

I’m at that point in the week again where I know, after three dance classes in two days, I am going to be stiff tomorrow. I can feel it this week, or identify what last week I just classified as “tired”.

I keep laughing too much at television. I have to adopt a cool, collected attitude when watching.

Tofu.

I’m wearing jeans today after not wearing jeans for a while. I can’t wear them to work so that’s four days a week out, and then summer was here so I was all into the little short pants. And usually on my days off I want to do creative things and that goes better with things non-denim.

I’ve been in such a bad mood for the past 2 weeks! It has to stop. Mostly because I’m trying to organize “what I want to do next” and freaking my brain out over all the options. My brain has to stop doing that because mostly I am ok with me doing what I am doing now. And mostly, what I want to do next, really, involves me going to school again and having very little money again, and I still don’t know what I’d like to do there. So I’m going to take my time and think about it and pay off more old student loan. And watch lots and lots of television.

Hehe! Having TOTAL fun with my currency converter app making $1 us=$1can. OK. I only did it once. But still: HEHE!

I’m having a day where I woke up grumpy and tired after not having enough sleep only to have things perk up as the day progressed. The first thing that helped was vanilla earl grey tea with 1/3 % of soy milk poured into it. The second thing was maccachee. The third thing was pretty white blouse with short, puffy sleeves under a brown sweater vest. The fourth thing was new mix CD of songs to sing to in the van on my way to work. The fifth thing was pay raise.

Cha ching.

I’m going through a phase of eating a lot of oatmeal. Usually it’s just a breakfast thing, but lately it’s breakfast and evening snack. Or lunch if I forgot to have breakfast. I’ve microwaved it with Apples tonight (there is a bucket of apples in the kitchen from the trees outside. there is also a table full of tomatoes) and added raisins. It’s a less sugar variation of a recepie that Kimberly gave me once. Less a variation of the recipe, though, more an adaptation of the process that goes into that reciple. The oatmeal and apple are the same, however!

Ohoh! The sixth thing is two emails from Stacey!!

I can’t write with shoes on. Or jeans. And this week I can’t write at all for some reason even though I tried. I stopped though because it was just sucky. I had no ideas and no writing rhythm even. Weird to have no ideas. Not so much that I couldn’t write anything down. More frustrating is that I have the urge to write something. Maybe though I should be channelling the creativity in that into something else. I can’t think of anything.

I’ve been reading my journals from 1997-2001. This is when I kept a paper journal, and then at some point I started my blogger one, too. I was much more telling in my paper journal than I am in anything I post online. Makes me sort of want to start a paper version again, but then, at some point, like 2001, I got bored of writing my day-to-day routines. Which is just as well, reading the old ones, because every day is similar. Amazing how much time I spent watching anime and then writing about it. Not really “about” it, just that I did it. And then the last third of my 2001 is spent detailing the new version of Tamin and Janell, which I am still working on, so that was fun to review and remember and note which bits and details are still going and what I forgot about.

Something fun to note is my use of terrorists and bombs threatening the powerful and selfish countries in Spring, 2001 and then my abrupt stopping of that conceit in the fall. I never went back to that, but then, I don’t really know anything about terrorists or bombs so it was probably just as well.

So anyway, if you ever get a chance to read my journals circa 1997-2001 they’re pretty good.

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I’m working four days a week now. For the time being anyway. I’d like it to stay like that but my position is not a very stable one.

I went to dance on Thursday for two classes and then Friday for one and yesterday I could do little more than hobble about the house my legs were so sore. And they get worse when I sit and do nothing for any portion of time. I have, as is balletic, been whining about them.