Yesterday Sock ate the front out of my favourite top. I'm going to have to repair it, somehow, which I suspect will take a lot of rather complex hand-sewing.
Today I've got my period which hurts like f*ck. It's really painful. Alas, I cannot afford to purchase any remedy, herbal, legal or not. Even a bottle of cheap crap wine. I can hear my liver rejoicing from here... I was a relatively good girl and paid some doctor and telecom bills this week.
Stupid liver.
Man, I really want a cigarette. I don't know why, but I always want a cigarette more when there is no probability whatsoever of buying any. I don't buy them, but somehow, having the power to do so reduces desire to do so.
Stupid brain.
I'm tired and TV sucks. NZ Idol is much worse than I remember. That's probably because I didn't watch it the first time around. They're down to the 6 finalists, and more than half of them are singing flat at least part of the time. I've come to the conclusion that if you're nervous, don't pick a song with a lot of sharps 'n' flats in it.
Sighhhhhhhhhhhh. Stupid period. Making me even more grumpy and irrational than usual.
TV is often pretty suck, but NZ Idol was just plain bad. I also noticed the flat singing (saw about half of most episodes the first time round), and was underwhelmed. Surely the judges would have narrowed it down to finalists who could sing in tune? Apparently that wasn't really a consideration, as demonstrated by the first radio single by each of the top two.
Hope the pain's better today - I used to just try and sleep through mine. Bed, pet, big duvet, hot water bottle, adopt foetal-curl, snooze.
Posted by: Rachel at May 23, 2005 08:38 AMI'm with Rachel on the hot water bottle. They're really good for some reason.
Posted by: Emba at May 23, 2005 01:44 PMhope your period is betta love dont u jst hate em
Posted by: Sophiea at June 11, 2005 06:44 PM