This week is officially and belatedly declared Dark and Stormy Week, 2008 at Reader.
Because, I, Nina, writer of reader, have been feeling dark and stormy for three days straight and can foresee without obvious unreason a further three more posts (or four) of dark and stormy (read: depressive and scary) content.
Work is kicking my ass, I am broke (because of um, a paperwork mix up at a certain place I will not mention - not because I bought a helicopter) and I am filmy and agitated because I don't have time to work out and I don't like my hair and suddenly, for no reason I can discern, my fingernails are growing so fast that I have to cut them every day to avoid embarrassing typographical errors. This has to mean I have some kind of rare, painful and humiliating cancer. Doesn't it?
Yeah. I thought so too.
Also I am wearing out the seat of my pajamas by working from home and never getting dressed. People, pajamas should not wear out in the ass first. Right? Right???
Also there is still the faint odor of onions in this apartment since, uh, there was in fact an onion on the premises as of yesterday. I am therefore vaguely gagging at any and every moment. Dammit.
If I can get the, um, avalanche of work done, I'll post something bright and sunshiny later. But if not, not.
Oh and tomorrow I will do as I promised and post about my one and only diagnosed psychiatric disorder: fear of heights. (I am over it but the story of how I got over it is dark and stormy in keeping with the theme of the week - and also, according to me, amusing.
See you then.
Oh hey! Before I go, have another unrelated photograph. This time of, um... oh, some guy Mischa and I got hammered with in Aguas Calientes. Oh and there was dancing. That was fun.