Still Fluey
Fed up. Want to be at home on my cosy sofa, watching Harry Potter. Travelling at Xmas to sort stupid embassy stuff sucks.
Too stressful, too much travelling.
Fed up. Want to be at home on my cosy sofa, watching Harry Potter. Travelling at Xmas to sort stupid embassy stuff sucks.
Too stressful, too much travelling.
Hastings train, drinking again, mince pies.
Now have horrible flu, jittery and cold. Feverish, watching Jurassic Park.
When I grow up I want to be a dinosaur.
And I fell over!
Woke up to the sound of crows cawing outside the in the misty Islington gardens of Adam and Maja’s beautiful house.
Unexplained drunk bruises. Talked too much, smoked too much, Slight anxiety, switching between euphoria and weeping and overwhelming urge to eat crisps and drink cola.
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I’ll never drink again………
Full moon clearly visible in the foggy daytime sky.
Mad rush to pack up everything, don’t forget the passport or to put the bins out, make sure there are clean sheets for the bed when we get back and toothbrushes, where are the toothbrushes did I pack Roi’s christmas present in this bag or the other one, where is my passport now, it’s not with yours, do we have the Uk chargers for the thingies, I’ll make sandwiches but not with tomato it’s too soggy, did I pack the right clothes, is it cold, I wont need this green scarf, but I will need that red scarf, and where is the laptop case, better paint my nails and empty the fridge and don’t forget to switch off all the lights, where is the cab? flying at Newark at nine p.m and breathe.
Happy trails, and Happy Holidays.
Christmas is in the air. It’s unmistakable. Everywhere you look, well…it IS beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

The 2 Dogs of Christmas…The Olden Manne…………..The Floating Man

Krazy Klaus…The Hungry Shepherd and the Threatening Sheep
Could that be, The Hungry Shepherd of Houston Street?
I love the way that you wiggle, I love the way that you “talk”
I love the way that you bravely squiggle under the bed in the dark
I love the way that you clean up when I’m not around
And the way you finish “hoobering” with that funny beepy sound
Your batteries were included, and I really must just say
Hooby you are the greatest, please don’t go away*
*To the IRobot repair place
How lovely is that? What a nice poem, or even maybe a song. I never even met him but I love him too.
It’s a mini adventure! My touchpad screen is approximately a bit smaller than the size of a playing card.
Nice job. You know you can add more space to the canvas, right? Just go to the menu->Edit->Canvas size->and add to whichever part of the canvas you want. You can even crop smaller images. I just wish there were some more options that made the app more useful.
Actually this goes for everyone, he may have lost a leg, but don’t finish him off, he is just looking for a girlfriend!
Small dogs are not ok. (Not when you step in their delightful poodle cakes)
Small bunnies are ok however,
very ok.
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And to think, I can’t even get the handwriting recognition to work, you’ve created art!
Very nice work. It’s good to see that something new is created for/with the 770 everyday.
I have recently pimped my internet tablet up with the LCARS Star Trek theme. It has helped my total conversion to my handheld of the future.
Thats about one of the best ever things ever. And its definitely ‘you’!
Derek Coleman 11:47 am on December 28, 2006 Permalink |
Hope you get well soon.
scott 12:54 pm on December 30, 2006 Permalink |
Hi hun just found the link to this blog from your preivous one. Hope ur feeling better soon, hugs.
Jenny 1:11 am on January 2, 2007 Permalink |
Confusion. Which country are you in now? I was going to ring you 11pm your Tuesday 2nd evening, as have finally figured out you’re 16 hours behind. But now maybe you’re in England and only 11 hours behind. Hummmmm…
Tigerlili Cavill 6:56 pm on January 2, 2007 Permalink |
Oh Jen, we were in the UK and now have just arrived back in the USA after much kerfuffling and confusion as usual. I’ve just had a bath and a proper cup of tea (imported of course) and we have switched the heating on so the house is getting warmer and friendlier. I’ve blasted a ton of incense out since arriving back an hour ago, and now I feel almost human again after a Christmas and New Year that mostly consisted of snot.