It's a bright, bright, bright sunshiney day

I've been feeling a bit off just lately. Sort of up and down, emotionally, like my highs are really high but my lows are really low. And like my defenses are way down, so I'm even more oversensitive and nitpicky than normal. Not in any terminal kind of way, but in an unsettled kind of way, because there's the potential of a dark place that I really never want to return to.

I went down with one of my friends at work to watch the inter-office footy; we were triumphant in a meeting I was dreading; we sloped off for an hour to Starbucks to have a coffee and a yak.

And it's warm and clear at the moment.

And I'm visiting The Parents for the weekend, and going to see M and browse Foyles on Saturday, and then it's a four day week and then lovely Easter lunch with the Ms and others, and then ANOTHER four day week with dinner at mine in there, and then it's a birthday party and then it's off to Wales for a long weekend, and then it's a whole, lovely week off, which I intend to spend sitting on The Parents' couch.

And yes, I have an essay to finish in there. And a lot of work coming down the pipe at me. And having kind of an intense time with my boss right now, who is a meteoric but likable pain in the arse. And, and, and. But at least I have stuff to look forward too as well. It makes the self-inflicted shit more bearable.

Travelling to the Belowplace

Skimming
transcluscent trails over a surface in thinly
this guarded space.

waiting

(so tired)

for the bubble's
gilded to break

for the sinking that will
follow

as each spindlelimb

is suckedsuckedsucked

through tiny crevasses.

Miniscule gaping miniscule traps into the thick

(so tired)

sticky fluid of the belowplace.

Teh internetz

I need to remember that 98% of people on the internetz are stupid and/or lying about their lives.

And I have to stay off the internetz.

This is when I'm grateful that I'm just the auntie

From The Sister's Facebook page:

"Words you don't want to hear when you've only had 3 hours sleep and are running late for the school run... 'Guess what, Mummy, I can count to 223, listen!'"

As Bridget Jones always says...

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.”
Dear Universe, I'd just like a little balance please! Thank you!

Woman in Black

Just in case you haven't seen my reviews anywhere else, I can summarise it thusly: terrifying.

I was a gibbering wreck throughout, and at one point I was gripping Hayley's hand so hard I thought my rings were going to cut off her fingers.

Great story though. Totally worth the terror. I can say that now. In the daytime. Brrrrrrrrr. 

Work life/real life/spiritual life collision

I had a very weird experience at church on Sunday. When I got to church I realised that one of my senior managers was there. He's the warden, which I did not know before I started going there. When I went up for communion, he was the one to give me the cup. "The blood of Christ," he said, giving me the cup. "Amen," I answered, all the while thinking, this feels so inappropriate. A few weeks ago I was in a meeting with you discussing money and resources and the future of my project. You approved my move from one department to the next. You know how much I get paid. And now you're part of a ritual I take part in to reaffirm my faith in Jesus?

It was so surreal.

The Librarian - Giuseppe Arcimboldo (1527-1593)