annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And an island never cries There's something very soothing about reporting the spam diaries now that it's just clicking a star. I don't know why it pleases me so much, especially as I am a devotee of Those Boots and am actually in the market for a new pair, having worn holes in the toes of my current pair. They are said to last for years, but don't if you wear them every single day. And I'll get mine down town, thanks very much. Generally finding things a struggle but boring myself with writing about it, let alone anyone else. Life is OK, better than OK really, but waves of fear/anxiety/sadness keep knocking me off course. Very hard to become self-motivating in the absence of anyone else who's affected one way or the other by anything I do or don't do. Don't understand why the death of Stephen Gately had me crying - though I suppose it's never a bad thing to cry at someone's passing, especially someone so young. Well, I am a lucky person. While I paused for thought at the end of that paragraph, Jane facebooked inviting me to come and sit by her fire later and Sam phoned offering to drive me to yoga and come and help get me activated round here. Action, that's the answer. Do something, anything, get moving, TURN OFF THE FUCKING COMPUTER. Yeah, right. 12:29 p.m. - 11/10/2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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