Oh dear, the tempus has fuggited again.
- I have a huge project on, with a totally ridiculous deadline and no matter how hard I work, I just can't keep up with it. It's just a mean series of false summits. The kittalo is doing what she can to hinder by leaping deftly on my drawing table, and walking up and down casually on my work. Yes, kindly reader, I could shoo her off, but I am too cowardly. She draws the line at biting or scratching but her hiss is a terrible, primal thing. Words hurt, Kitty.
- I've come out in a rash of Margarets. Does this happen to you, I'd like to know? There you are, meandering along aimlessly, (in my case. Others may move purposefully.) and you come across a series of Rodneys, or Sharons. What can it mean?
(Isn't it interesting to see the way names come into fashion and then slowly move out of it? I don't mind my name, as such, but it has a bit of a sixties/seventies vibe about it due to the popularity of a certain actress at that time. On the other hand, I can't think of a more suitable one. Do you have an alternative name you fancy for yourself? I think I'd have to invent a name. I am not sure if I am cool with the ready pigeon-hole-ability a name that already exists gives you. You know? The way it telegraphs that you are a certain type of person, before you have even said a word. On the other hand, a lifetime of spelling Qwansoolie (or whatever) might be a bit of a bore.)
- The reception area in the Hotel Tallafornia is disappointingly devoid of action of late, with just a few Pencostal leaflets fluttering around. Thrillingly, however, some mannequin heads have been sighted being transported down the corridor. HOW FANTASTIC. A girl in my class said with total confidence that there must be a dentist school opening in the building. I love the idea of that. I don't know if I would love going to a dentist who trained on mannequin heads, not being made of plastic myself, but the idea I love.
- It's anniversary (of my miscarriage) time of year and I am occasionally assailed with sadness, usually briefly. Such things never go away, do they?
- In related news, I feel all grown-up-and-shit, for I have booked an appointment with a counsellor, next week. I feel nervous about it, so I am telling myself it's just a conversation. One hopes an effective one, for it's not exactly cheap, this doing of the right thing.
- Oh, sigh.
- Our adoption plans are still stalled, waiting for the Authority to get it together to organise things with the Indian authority. This is massively frustrating.
- Oh, re-sigh.
- On the other hand, it's spring-ish, and some day, you know, in the future, I'll have finished this project and will be able to go out. Out! To town! Or even to another county!