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*logorrhoea n pathologically excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness, prolixity [Gr logos word + roia flow, stream]

blogorrhoea n online manifestation of the above


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conversations without words

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

MY BOSS: You're looking trim there – have you lost weight?
ME: No-I'm-just-sucking-in-my-gut-so-you-can't-tell-i'm pregnant...

(No of course I didn't actually say it.)

And in answer to this week's bonus question – 'What's even more revolting than morning sickness?' – it's this: Morning sickness + a toddler with a succession of stomach-churning ailments, namely (to date) diarrhoea and vomiting, and a particularly unsightly case of conjunctivitis. Because nothing says 'Oooh I know, let's have another baby!' like scraping green pus out of your firstborn's eyes, or hosing sick out of her carseat.

if Babycenter told the truth...

Monday, October 16, 2006

'Welcome back! Today you are eight weeks pregnant!
You are fat, sick, and crazy.'

mother nature is a bitch

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Hey ho, the morning sickness is now in full swing (or should that be hurl?) with associated broken blood vessels around my eye sockets that make me look like a drunk who's been in a brawl. Just in time to teach a revision class this arvo. Can just imagine how that's gonna go – 'I've marked your assignments and before I hand them back I have just one thing to say: HLLLLLLLWWWWWWWUUUUURRRRRRRRGH!'

mini-moocher

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Have just signed up with Bookmooch – also, potentially, the beginning of something beautiful. Although the UI could use a boot up the bottom, but then it is a relatively new site. Appropriately perhaps, have just mooched a copy of La Nausée.

poem of the day

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git azoy!

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Rebs gig, as has been pointed out, went well. Becca came along, behaved beautifully (aprt from one minor percussion-purloining incident) and got down – I was aware, throughout the performance, of a bright little face jigging up and down in the front row. And apparently when we started playing 'Ot azoy' she turned to Jack and said 'This is my favourite, Daddy.' My daughter, the musical genius!