this is a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation
Sunday, February 26, 2006
I am sick. This is an outrage. How can I be sick when there are books to alphabetize? And our new CD tower (rimu, first ever Trademe purchase) is still unstacked? Doesn't the universe realise it can't manage without me? Foo.
Had our first dinner guests last night: the lovely Ben and Julian. Dragged myself from my sickbed to prop myself languidly at the dining table for evening's witty conversation, political analysis, DIY tips. Now my face looks like someone has taken a cheesegrater to it. Am going back to bed to sulk and read Iain Banks. Whom I don't, officially, even like.
Saw the gay cowboy movie the other night. A bit slow to get going and featuring rather less rumpy-pumpy than I was expecting, but otherwise mighty fine. Jack mistook my continuous bubbling into an economy-sized box of tissues for emotion, but it was actually just prodigious snot production from this sodding cold. Blergh.
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