July 18, 2002 - 2:41 PM
I think I had a bad dream last night. I woke up feeling uncomfortable but then fell asleep again until the alarm went off and I could hear Bindi's full body thump against the bedroom door (she's a funny cat).
Snippets of dream snuck into the forebrain as I was brushing my teeth in the shower. A look, a touch, a fleeting memory of pain. I must have whacked the side of the bedside table because I have bruises on my arm. Thank goodness the kittens weren't sleeping with us last night because I probably would have beaten them to death in my sleep.
I'm currently having an interesting conversation with Nessa over Mima's "predicament" (read: why she's a complete and utter bitch) and what Nessa says rings true. Mind you, it started out as a conversation about what I'm buying my mother for a birthday pressie (I think a THIRD picture of her cat wouldn't go down all that well... *L*)
Nessa: I wanna goooooooooooooooo hooooooooooooooooooooommmme!
Me: Me too... I'm tired. But I get to leave in three hours. Going shopping for a present for mum.
Nessa: whatcha getting her?
Me: I have NOOOOO idea. Has she told you anything she might like?
Nessa: Me? ME? ME? You gotta be kidding. Your mum tells me NOTHING!!!
Me: *L* Same here. I think SK's spoken to her more in the past 12 months than I have in the past 20 years.
Nessa: funny that..... I think your mum still sees me as the baby she took care of.
Me: *LOL* oh dear.
Nessa: but thats OK.........at least Danny recognises me as an adult most of the
time. [Mima] still asks me if I have a skivvy on!
Me: *LOL* Mima would do that to complete strangers Ness, you know that.
Nessa: Well Yes, I have to agree with you there. I really just cant understand why
she is the way she is. Where is the nice granma that we all are supposed to
have!
Me: This is probably not a nice thing to say, but if Mima is a reflection of her
up-bringing, thank goodness I don't get to meet the great-grandparents.
Nessa: no its got nothing to do with her upbringing. You should meet my Aunty.
The lovliest most nurturing lady. Mima is a product of her own unhappiness.
Anyway... in other news... got a piss-funny personal email come through by accident from one of the clients today.
This is funnier... email accidentally come through from one of our clients:
"Subject: RE: Plan (businessy-type subject)
That would be nice - only going to the Dr. at 5pm re my "boy" tablets and if
I should worry and my growth on my leg which started from the mozzie bite 3
mths ago! --- then --- no plans I was just going to the [Xxxx] to meet up with
[Xxx] and [Xxxxx]"
Now... I dunno about you, but that sounds DODGY to me. 'Boy' tablets? Hmmmm.
