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Jun. 7th, 2005 02:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapeofthingsThere’s far too much blood in my caffeine stream today. Last coffee was drunk at lunchtime on Sunday. I haven’t had a morning coffee since last week some time, but I’m not cold turkey – I am drinking tea. Lovely aromatic arctic fire tea, and a new delicious evening blend called winter dream (mmm, vanilla, cornflowers, citrus notes and assorted herbs) tea. Just no coffee. For a good-strong-cup-once-or-twice-a-day coffee addict like myself this is an achievement, though not a first. Whenever I get myself too stressed, underslept and worn out, coffee just makes me feel sick, and this last week was one of those cases. Lying in bed at night, blood pressure pounding, reality spinning. Too much pseudoephedrine to ward off hayfever and fatigue, too much anxiety for healing sleep.
Coffee-free, trying hard to eat properly (though the junk food sugar rush cravings have been fulfilled) and exercise. Went running on Saturday and my body is keen for a repeat, except for my right foot. Bruised a tendon or ligament or something, so I’m hopalong cranky with frustration and ouchy-foot-hurties. Feet: it’s amazing how much you depend on them! Hip-jutted limping leads to back-acheiness and muscle-twitchies – hot showers and massages give blessed relief.
Office chairs and office cares, work ethic absent in lieu of clear tasks. Purpose lacking, morale flagging. Emerging power vacuums bring out the worst in some and so many staff leaving (manager, most senior staff member, coordinator of state-wide program). Talk of seating shuffles and temporary contracts, delayed advertising, and delegated responsibilities without group discussion. Pointless, powerless, all so much better when I have my own project with a definite outcome. Ah well, at least I’m employed (for 16.2 more business days) a good thing with my current spending!
New boots, new jacket, new shirt (x3), new jumper, new trousers (x2), new jeans, new me! Banish the rag-tag-dag of university skintness and a mother’s (lack of) fashion sense. Stylishfish? Not quite – ever the pragmatic dresser, but at least now the clothes fit and lack patches. A rant, a rant about pre-worn denim and pink shirts for men. Lead the bleating masses, fleece them for fashion and the rest of us laugh at their gullibility. $110 for jeans with threads cut and holes ready to appear in a dozen washes, pre faded and crinkled, paint splattered. And WTF is with nice jackets over-coated with tacky colour prints and logos. Yes, that’ll look nice out for dinner. Emo meets surfer trash this season *withering look*
June slides into April with her sunny days and mild nights and time proves itself non-linear repeatedly (repeatedly).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Leunig <3
Coffee-free, trying hard to eat properly (though the junk food sugar rush cravings have been fulfilled) and exercise. Went running on Saturday and my body is keen for a repeat, except for my right foot. Bruised a tendon or ligament or something, so I’m hopalong cranky with frustration and ouchy-foot-hurties. Feet: it’s amazing how much you depend on them! Hip-jutted limping leads to back-acheiness and muscle-twitchies – hot showers and massages give blessed relief.
Office chairs and office cares, work ethic absent in lieu of clear tasks. Purpose lacking, morale flagging. Emerging power vacuums bring out the worst in some and so many staff leaving (manager, most senior staff member, coordinator of state-wide program). Talk of seating shuffles and temporary contracts, delayed advertising, and delegated responsibilities without group discussion. Pointless, powerless, all so much better when I have my own project with a definite outcome. Ah well, at least I’m employed (for 16.2 more business days) a good thing with my current spending!
New boots, new jacket, new shirt (x3), new jumper, new trousers (x2), new jeans, new me! Banish the rag-tag-dag of university skintness and a mother’s (lack of) fashion sense. Stylishfish? Not quite – ever the pragmatic dresser, but at least now the clothes fit and lack patches. A rant, a rant about pre-worn denim and pink shirts for men. Lead the bleating masses, fleece them for fashion and the rest of us laugh at their gullibility. $110 for jeans with threads cut and holes ready to appear in a dozen washes, pre faded and crinkled, paint splattered. And WTF is with nice jackets over-coated with tacky colour prints and logos. Yes, that’ll look nice out for dinner. Emo meets surfer trash this season *withering look*
June slides into April with her sunny days and mild nights and time proves itself non-linear repeatedly (repeatedly).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Leunig <3