the tired

a 17 hour day + decaffeinated coffee + a longish church service = very long blinks merging together into me almost nodding off. i knew it was bad when i had to raid the nef's supply of malteasers in the hope that the sugar kick would keep me going till lunchtime.

i had no idea i was such a caffeine junkie - i normally only have one coffee a day, but not having that coffee? that makes a heck of a difference. i ended up spending the afternoon ricocheting from caffeine lows to sugar highs once i hit the traybakes and got a couple of diet cokes into me.

i may spend the next week recovering (especially since i had a 5:00 am start with no coffee until 9:15).

the cello is my favourite

read my mind

i'm getting a little freaked out these days by the recent innovation on google whereby it predicts what you are searching for. it feels like another step in the slippery slope towards a.i. and the next thing you know we'll be living in giant techno pea pods, completely hairless and plugged into the matrix.

or maybe i'm just over-reacting.

it's beautiful, i guess

i'm easing into the long weekend with great pleasure, knowing that sunday night will be gloriously free of that songs-of-praise-moment. a late night over dinner with friends, a luxurious lie-in (only till nine o'clock but that's late for me these days), a quick shred and now a leisurely cup of coffee, enjoyed with a proper old-school shuffle on the ipod.

the four days stretch ahead of me full of plans with friends and family. but best of all i think is tuesday, which has nothing pencilled in at all. i could stay in bed all day if i wanted, or go to see a really cheesy film, bake a cake, go for a run...the possibilities are endless. and all the better for it.

old bones

i've been doing the 30 day shred for a grand total of two days now, and already i can barely walk downstairs. i feel like an old lady, hobbling up and down helping myself along with the handrail. i'm hoping that this is one of those "gets worse before it gets better" things. because if it doesn't get better i'm going to have to phone into work to tell them that i'm sorry i can't come in, but i can't actually walk to the bus stop.

seriously though, i am definitely feeling 'the burn' but i guess that can only be a good thing in this case. maybe ask me again in 30 days...

smart cookies

just call me dragonheart

so eating a salad which involves a whole raw red onion as well as quite a bit of tuna is not really the best idea for a packed lunch at work...i feel like i could set things on fire with my breath. i think this afternoon is going to be spent mainlining extra ice mints like they're going out of fashion.