Hubris

Thursday, January 27th, 2000

Thankfully no one said anything about Brian.

I am in pain right now. Lots of pain. I’m clutching a hot water bottle and wondering if it’d be worthwhile putting on clothes and driving to Ellerslie to find a chemist and get some drugs. I think it probably would be, yes. Goddam fucking bloody fucking periods grrrrrrrrrrrr. It’s only like 3 weeks since my last one too. This is bad bad bad bad bad. I’m unhappy.

The past couple of days, we’ve been babysitting for Kate B’s baby, and it’s been kinda cute. This morning I heard Brad yell out “OH FUCKING JESUS CHRIST” which is pretty rare, cos he doesn’t normally swear to such extremes, and so I was like “oh no, Jack must have shit on something” but I was feeling too ill to drag myself out of bed, so I let it slide. I was informed later it was that Jack had tried to drag himself onto the dining room table via the tablecloth, and had pulled it, and Brad’s o.j off. Jack’s now sleeping peacefully on my bed. I’d show you via webcam, but Thomas stole mine.

Yesterday, I was listening to Juice and watching its static pattern, when I realised that it was a Smashing Pumpkins concert, from the Mellencholy era. I was instantly thrilled, and transported back to May 1996. Oh Ben, Ben, Ben. My god, the thrill of the first pash, thinking I was in love, the gossip, the giggles, the wonder of it all. I want my youthful enthusiam back. I mean, I am really really happy now, but I’m just nostalgic, I guess.

Okay, and I’m babbling again. I’m reading ‘American Psycho’ right now. My, but he does go on about the clothes. And the food. I want a platinum American Express card too. Hmmm, maybe I’m concentrating on the wrong aspect of the book.

I’m back now from Ellerslie. Traffic was truely heinous. However, I have ponstan now, and pizza crackers, so that’s got to improve things. Maybe I’ll even have a shower and get dressed sometime, instead of just swapping pj bottoms for a skirt.

Crackers are good. So are purring cats and men draped on my bed, and coca cola, although I’ve run out now, and tidier bedrooms are good, and talking to Andee on the telephone the other night was good too. I should have a shower. I should do things. Pain killing drugs are the best.

Okay, bye bye