Kettletation

 Dear Blog,

I was ok this morning. This is like the fifth or sixth item that's gone missing. And my teeth needed a floss, so...I trudged up to the pharmacy, braving the windy wet weather with a broken umbrella. I noticed people looking at me, especially the diners at short black. Being short of cash, I avoided the new boutique on the shops street that I only noticed just today. The weighing machine dilemma was weighing on my mind (ha ha).
And Steven's coming over. My friends have flurry-activitied on my online identity self. The joint one is the only one available to them. I have to do things, like Life in the Spirit stuff that I have to read, and to check the forwards from my sisters regarding functions. I also need to get my ass back here before church so I can see how Camilla's doing and keep up that friendship. I THINK that's it... Maybe also specifically ask when the next NOVA meeting is (like I really want to know!). Sooo much STUFF.

p.s. I feel tinge of NOSTALGIA during this writing break filled with writing.

Hey, I am pretty happy, even if I am a little...jaded. 

Do you reckon I can relax for a bit? It would be nice.
Thanks for being there. Even if nothing much is happening and I'm still ...GOing. Like nothing is wrong.

cheers,
Rochelle

Yep. Was worrying about the Gary Hennesey thwarting of fate. Groan. D'ya think my fate IS to be an accountant. Talk about a messy business.
(chuckle)
see ya. 

 Hmmm. Well, go all out, what're you waiting for? Mr. Dream may not in any shape (literally) to do anything. 

Well, I have to say- neither am I.

I am scared.

I feel ok. But beeper pagans really shook me up. I wanted to do something witchy. I wasted a good, clear night and may not get it again for some time. I'd get up to go for a walk, but strange as it is, that's not really a sensible course of action. I feel great...ly disturbed. I have not yet turned to novels by J. D. Salinger.

Too busy, far too.

Yup.

Dear you, 
I'm really out of it. Completely gone. Wore bedroom slippers around the block AGAIN! I was kicking myself for lots of things, mostly stemming from infuriatingly obscure dream patterns. And of course, the arcane, occult, latent aspects of my love life (or imagined thereof). 

The Noble House of Took.

I think the boss has not included one of the days I did work, but I'm not really fussed about it (not that it makes a difference).