Wednesday, Nov. 17, 2004 - 5:35 p.m.
I'm off!
Don't you forget about me. I about to go on a holiday for TWO WHOLE WEEKS (mon dieu, the bliss) where I will be hanging out with my new friends.
My new friend, yesterday
It's been hard to get excited about going away while the last two weeks have been hectic city and the thought of packing is just one more in a huge To Do list, but I am not complaining now. Just then I had a flash back to being in Bangkok and, while I'm not going there, the hot hot heat and cold blue lights at night time will likely be much the same. And oh god the food, THE FOOD.
Yesterday I had acupuncture for the first time. Last night I slept like a log - a dead, dead sleep. Marvellous. I'm not sure how good I am at the whole talking bit beforehand, though. I worry that my compaints aren't interesting enough. 'Oh yes sometimes I wake up panicking, when I've only been asleep for 30 or so minutes, but yes it only happens about once a week and it doesn't really seem to affect the rest of my daily life.'
What I really want to say is, how come anything bad that used to happen to me was like water off a duck's back, but since I hit 20 things have been steadily affecting me more and more?
He looked at my tongue and said that it is the tongue of a sensitive person.
He also said that just the very fact of existing and knowing that one day YOU WILL DIE is quite stressful.
*Pops out to buy black polo neck in preparation for next existential crisis*
But, don't you think it's a bit strange describing the exact quality and colour of your monthly expression of womanhood with a man? And odd, when lying, face down and tshirt off, for him to undo my bra and then redo it later?
Well now - don't go doing anything interesting while I'm away or I'll have to take another holiday just to catch up with y'all.