No wonder

No wonder I was feeling out of sorts on monday. I went to ballet, and suddenly I could not see clearly. Stars all over the vision and no way of focusing...It made for an interesting class, until I managed to unmuddle my head enough to get my butt home and clean the cubboard for paracet. I did it in time, and slept through the migraine..

The boxes are piling up around here, and the Move is next week. Ouch.

It is one of those days

Another card out of order. It is the third in one year, and this last time I have tried to only use atm machines (or holes in the wall. I love that expression)and not the shops, and yet it has only laster half a year. And dinner is experimental, and too much so, since it is turning out a bit crap. and slow. urkh. These things in themeselves is not so bad, but I woke up this morning not really feeling up to facing the world. Must be my hibernating gland kicking into action. Then anything more ardous than going to the loo is percievet as the End of the World!

Darn.

I was going to put up all this lovely books I have read in xmas, as I made a teensy trip to Waterstones in Birmingham and came out with all these little treasures. One about medieval times in England, another about the governessing through the times, the graveyard book by Neil Gaiman, and one called the morville hours and another one. But I started PACKING today and the bookshelves are the first to go into boxes, and so until I pick them out again I am without precise titles and authors names.

And We have bought a KITCHEN! And there is electricity in the new flat, and we have bought painting...

Some days late...

I'll kill that cat!