What is the point?

As you all (1?, 2?) can see, my blogging frecuency has dvindled down to almost nothing, and when I do write something it is cryptic, short and not very coherent. Not the intention I had when I begun! I do get intrested in, and think about lots of things: news, books, economics, history, medicine..but actually sitting down and write about it, do research, make a decent text...

And then there is my personal life, where I just won´t share much about other persons, after all, if they wanted their lives out here on the internet, they would blog about it themselves..

Also I am intensly private, but I want to stop being so much so. There is healing and closure in sharing. Talking about the good and the bad, solidify the good, and reduces the bad to something managable.

I lurk around in various blogs, and very rarely comment, something I also want to change. It is after all a bit like sitting in a cafe and listening to other peoples conversations at the tables nearby, not bad as such, but when that is the only way of interacting with others on the internet...

Shame proshedure as last yah?

Life's a peace of sh*t, when you look at it...

Always look on the bright side of life! This has been a few months of crapola all over the place. I freaked out completely on exams in September so helllooo complications! Tomorrow I will have my first session of TankeFeltTerapi after a recomendation from a coworker. I so hope it will give me some tools, but I have not read about the theories behind the therapy as I get frustrated with the general vagueness of alternative therapy explanations. (I get the same feeling whenever I encounter it in school-medicine also. ) But then the most important part is that the therapeut believes that it will work, so I have hopes.

I bumped the car. That is, someone bumped into me but it was I who was driving wrong. Would not have happened had I bothered to actually look at the indications in the lane instead of driving as "everyone else".

And then there are other shitty things I will not discuss on the net, that has brought every little insecurity I have about myself out in the open and reduces me to a sobbering mess at the smallest provocation. That will prove intresting tomorrow at the tft session. I'll probably spend the hour and half crying...In a way it is good, because having my insecurities out there means I can confront them. But it leaves me without anything to give at work(home for the elderly), emotionally. And I am operating on a very short fuse. Me, who is normally so patient (except with waiting for amazon parcels..)had to leave a room to avoid saying some really nasty things to a patient.

Work in progress

My first attempt at DIY furniture. Obv I forgot to take before picture.

Tick

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Tick.

new books

I have ordered books from Amazon...And it takes sooooo looooooong for them to arrive. At least until the 20th! I do not have this problem with either xmas or my birthday, I seem to be perfectly able to wait with a plesant butterfly in my stomach. But waiting for a parcel? I seem to remember suffering the same feeling of slowed time when I was young and innocent and unworldly and waiting a week for the next episode of Pride and Prejudice and Mr Darcy to be aired at NRK. Sight.

Tick.

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This week is going to be eternal.

August

Thank you, that was enough sun for now......It is HOT in Zaragoza right now. As in 35º C in the SHADE hot. It makes me want to tear off my skin and stick my head in the freezer. Anyways, back in town, back to study-frenzy-angst routine.

Nuff of that.

I cleaned the car today! I have ITV tomorrow and it was so dirty it was embarrasing. Nothing to be done with all the dog hair though. The more I take away the more grows forth from the seats. There is probably about 5 years of accumulated hairs inside the upholstery.....uch.