26.05.12

This warrants a separate post of its own.

I cannot emphasise enough how much I identify with this crazy little person.  In particular the part with the washing.  Click the pic:

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26.05.12

Hello.  Today I’ve got some Mis3rylinks for you.  Click on the pics/vids below:

xxx

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10.04.12

Oh woe is me.  I am ill!

My throat hurts and my head hurts and I am feeling sorry for myself.  Not only that, having spent wayy too much money on different types of printer ink and wasted several hours of my life over a number of days, my printer still won’t print properly.

Raa.

After the own brand ink didn’t work, I gave in and paid for the genuine Canon ink cartridges.  I installed them all fine and did all the ‘cleaning print head alignment adjustment page print clean’ stuff.  But no.

It prints a pale suggestion of what I want it to.  What is wrong with you printer?? I’ve given you a lot of attention lately trying to fix you.

You’ve foiled all my creative photo based decoration plans.  My creativity has been smushed by an error message.

Raraaraaa. Ugh. Wanted to do stuff but feeling too ill and tired to battle with you, stupid printer.

Hmm… Some book I read a while ago on Cognitive Behavioural Therapy and Depression suggested that whenever you have a negative thought you should train your brain to turn it into a positive thought.  Seems simple.  Whenever a bad thing happens, acknowledge it and then make it positive.  Well if that’s all there is to happiness then let’s give it a go:

I am horribly ill and my throat hurts and I want to cry… buuut at least I have hardcore painkillers and tissues to cry into.

The painkillers hurt to swallow and haven’t started working yet and I want to sleep for the rest of the week… Distract yourself while you wait for them to start working- focus on writing your blog.  And you  don’t really want to sleep for the rest of the week, think of the… stuff you have to look forward to… like… you must have plans for at least one day this week, right?

No, no I don’t have any plans.  Might as well sleep.  And the blog post I am currently writing serves only to remind me of how ill and tired and defeated I feel.  Thanks brain. That was helpful.

My printer is so blatently broken forever.  Even my technologyish boyfriend can’t fix it. But at least I will save a few sheets of paper, which is good for the environment. Or something.

Oh shut up, we both know you don’t care about the environment.  You were going to make creativey things but now you can’t.  You used up your last bit of energy trying to make the printer work.  And failing.

Verdict:  Well that didn’t work.  Think I’ll just lie here and consider sending a letter with a copy of this post to the writers of that stupid Cognitive Behavioural Therapy book to tell them that their theory doesn’t work.

Well I would, but I can’t print the letter because my printer is broken.

Woe is me.

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28.03.12

Today the sun is shining.

It is very warm.  Sunbathable even.

Outside it looks like this:                                                       

But inside I feel more like this:

In fact, a more accurate interpretation of me would be something like this:

I am wearing a very summery, floaty, light blueish butterfly print dress with a little skull cardigan that my best friend gave me.  When I was ready this morning I gathered the essentials: my sunbathing blanket, two books and my laptop (for music).  And I went outside.

But for some reason I had an impending sense of doom when I was out there.  I realised I felt hungry and empty- but I couldn’t think of what to make.  We don’t have that many ingredients and I can’t afford to buy anything new.  I began to feel an urge to go inside and drink tea, so I did.

Now I am inside, sitting on the sofa in my summery clothes with the sunbathing blanket over my legs because my feet are a bit cold.  I feel guilty and sad and sorry for myself.  Why aren’t I outside on a day like this?

……….

I have a plan.

My plan is this:


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