annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Ca plane pour moi
Most of today has been decidedly unthrilling but it got going in the end.
I've started reading 'The Compassionate Mind' by Paul Gilbert and find I want to quote huge great chunks of it. His view on life in the modern world is so close to my own, with added optimism and pithily expressed thoughts. Exercises too, apparently, but I'm still on chapter one.
Anyway, when Sara went out this evening and I found myself all alone and in danger of getting a bit boo hoo ('Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody...'), instead, I thought I'd have a bit of a spliff, put on some music and cook myself a nice dinner. There were a few shaky moments with the combination of strong weed, a sharp knife and clumsy fingers, but I slowed down and concentrated and in the end I didn't even cut myself once.
This came on the radio:
Well - I defy anyone not to dance round the kitchen like a lunatic at the very idea of being 'the king of the divan'. (Or indeed around the bedroom, when they've just found it on utube.) Anyway, dancing led to singing and singing led to more dancing and to laughing and more singing - in fact a good time was had by all. Yeah, just me, but it was still a good time and I was the one having it.
Dinner was delicious and it made me feel strong and peaceful somehow, to make the effort to prepare a decent, tasty meal just for myself. So good in fact that I accepted the awittykitty Self-portrait-of-self-jumping-in-the-air challenge, which is a bit premature for a person who hasn't moved out of the beginner's class of still self-portraits, but it made me laugh even more:
Grateful for: inspirational people; French punk; chorizo; rain and clouds and lack of boiling sunshine; a visit from my brother with a belated birthday present
Sleep well xxx
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11:09 p.m. - 11/07/2009
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