I'm glad none of the blog posts that I've composed in my head over the last few days actually made it to the internets. Cos folks, they weren't pretty. All laments in various minor keys about busy, busy, rush, rush, insanity, no time to make posts (which did actually prove to be true, I guess) -- and all of that. Also, I just felt grumpy and sad and I had headaches, all for reasons that still remain a mystery to me.
(I'm pretty sure my family started looking at ways they could adopt me out, maybe foist me off on some unsuspecting family before said family could find a chance to meet me.)
Besides the grumpiness, nothing's actually changed since then; it still seems to be that when I cross something off my to-do list, I add two more things on the bottom of it. Also, my sister and I are actually making appointments to call each other for chats. And there are some rather major time-sensitive projects (like, things to do with packing and moving house and also with babies getting born -- and the one thing we know about babies is that they will out) that I haven't even started on. Nevertheless, now that I'm engaged in actively working towards those things, or even simply working on other things so that then I can work on the next thing, they seem a whole lot more manageable. It feels like I might actually be doing something and getting somewhere.
All of which sounds very self-important and very busy and we all know that we hate to hear people talk about how busy they are. So I will say no more except -- I hope to be here as much as possible but you'll forgive me, won't you, if occasionally I just post little pictures of my days with a word or two here and there? Just till things settle down in a few weeks? Thanks. You're all awesome.
Actually, you're all so awesome that you've visited my blog twenty thousand times. Yes, I know; that's just a monkey's sneeze in the big top of this circus known as internetland, but it means something to me. Cheers to you! *clink*
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Anonymous -- hehe yourself!
Mitanika -- yes please do do a daybook! (I'm sorry; that "do do" looks grammatically painful, but I'm leaving it there). Yum. Now I really want a cheeseburger.
Ruth -- ^ see above re. cheeseburger.
Rebecca Simon -- ah, I miss New South Wales and its very obvious, storybook celebration of Autumn. WANT.
Staish -- hi :).