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Roight. I think I am on the mend, but let's not get carried away.

I'm not sore as a very sore thing, or completely fogged. For a few minutes there I contemplated a scuttle out to the nearest letterbox, but that got ditched in favour of spending my energy trying on a few bras so I could work out what sizes to buy next. Have now done that and will soon be suitably hoiked for the next few months.

I hope to tackle my clothing pile next. Things have gotten quite out of hand lately, the piles are becoming so homogenous that I am wearing what's on top that can be most easily peeled off the increasingly compressed mass of what lies underneath. (Occasionally I roll a pile over and peel something off the other side, just for variety and to surprise myself with the rediscovery of clothes I had forgotten I owned).

It's like watching plasticine in the hands of a small child, slowly going a grey/brown colour.

The grabstick will be required, as will the dirty clothes basket. It will be nice to be able to once again distinguish my various items of clothing from each other and to excercise choice in what I wear.


I am reading two books that are quite moving, but not in good ways. One is about former procyclist, Lance Armstrong (now in disgrace for blood doping and use of performance enhancing drugs). It's a somewhat sycophantic biography written at the height of his career (thus long before the *proving* of doping allegations, although rumours were plentiful), and it is quite engrossing if you are curious about the lives of male sporting heroes and the paradigms that order their lives. It is, in fact, an excellent example of itself. I feel I should be able to make many posts about this. Intelligent ones. I could liveblog it, I'm sure.

Maybe I will.

Soon. When my brain's a little sharper.



The other is a novel by Alexei Sayle, a comedian who can also write. A novel about a British man whose life falls apart in the weirdest of circumstances (his main protagonist makes a reference to books by Chinese women about surviving the cultural revolution ....which I totally understood, having realised at one point in my life that it had become a genre rather than one or two truly unique stories worthy of close study because I'd started to accurately predict the story arc by the 50th page....at the same time as I clicked to there being a sub-genre of books by British men about British men whose lives fall apart in the weirdest of circumstances).

But he is very good at making apparently passing observations about human behaviour that actually have teeth, so I don't always laugh. Or I do, but then need to do something else for a bit like knit or stare at my fish.


Which reminds me: watching a goldfish try eating something too big to swallow, then choke and throw it back up again, is really weird. You don't need to see it though. Trust me. It's kind of disturbing. Especially if you care about the goldfish in question. I have now googled "heimlich maneuver fish" and done some reading, in case it happens again.

(I cannot believe such a search yielded anything, let alone anything actually useful).


I hear church bells. That means it's evening, which is awkward since I just had lunch. Sleep cycle still seriously b0rked.


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 29th, 2012 07:12 am (UTC)
Good lord, I had to google "heimlich maneuver fish"
It exists. Who'd have thunk.
Dec. 29th, 2012 08:27 am (UTC)
I had to google it too, because I very nearly didn't but knew if I said that I didn't becuse it would be pointless, that someone else would. So I thought I should check and lo! There were hits. And now I know it can be done.
Dec. 29th, 2012 09:34 am (UTC)
I just love the imagine of someone doing this to a fish. You'd have to have teeny arms to reach around its belly.

I really need someone to make me an icon of this, it tickles my fancy so much.
Dec. 29th, 2012 07:53 am (UTC)
Your clothes technique is my clothes technique. It results in the wearing of many t-shirts.
Dec. 29th, 2012 09:35 am (UTC)
Do you mean there are shirts other than t-shirts?
Dec. 29th, 2012 12:06 pm (UTC)
No I don't think so. I'm good with clothes and I'm sure there are no shirts other than t-shirts.

I think she means "many t-shirts, all at once".


Dec. 29th, 2012 01:12 pm (UTC)
I don't think I wear many, all at once. I pile many, all at once, though, so I suspect you might be right.
Dec. 30th, 2012 01:08 am (UTC)
OMG Splodge. I have a polo shirt on today. I fail. But a polo shirt is just a t-shirt with a collar isn't it?
Dec. 29th, 2012 01:11 pm (UTC)
I have no-iron shirts for when I really, really need them, but I avoid really, really needing them whenever I can.
Dec. 30th, 2012 01:08 am (UTC)
Dec. 30th, 2012 01:19 am (UTC)
I have one, somewhere.
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