YESTERDAY I WROTE out a long post because I was in a funny mood but I don't think any of y'all want to read it anyhow. I was a "bit hyper". Wondering why people kept turning to gawp at me in Sainsbury's; I think it's becaus I was clicking my fingers and singing. Then the girl at customer services seemed to be flirting with me over my Nectar Card application. I'm in that supermarket several times per week, when I'm not in Morrisons and if I'd collected points every time I'd probably have enough credit by now to buy a Ferrari. I'm not sure their loyalty card scheme involves sports cars, but if it did, I'd have one.
I spoke to my family in the middle of the night but I kept changing the subject and mentioning irrelevant things. Of course I only realized this once they'd escaped my lips. This is a mild form of the phenomenon known as "flight of ideas". When it's mild you may realize you're doing it, even if you do only cotton on after the fact. When it's extreme your speech is all over the place and all I remember (from last year) is how frustrated I was not to be able to make even a simple point without losing it in a flurry of other ideas. The man in the nuthouse said I kept "derailing topic". Anyway I just felt paranoid that I sounded like I was high on drugs. I was high all right, but not on drugs. Then my quetiapine kicked in (so I was on a drug) but I just felt hyped up and dizzy all together and still didn't sleep till it was light outside. I woke in the late afternoon acheing all over and exhausted.
On a happy note, my dysfunctional toilet no longer reeks of open sewerage. I invested in more thick bleach so my bathroom smells like a swimming pool again.
There isn't much to blog today. Judge Judy is on and I'm running out of laundry liquid. I rotate flavours of all cleaning products, so next time I'm going for purple or blue, and I'm so excited about that. Well nothing else is exciting me. My mood has flattened out. From hyped up - high - paranoid and just plain moody to drizzly and misty. Just like the weather. And that reminds me to take the drenched pair of jeans off the line and rewash 'em.
Is it true Americans usually tumble-dry their clothes all the year round? Over here most peole use radiators in winter and washing lines all summer long. nearly everyone has some kind of line in their garden. I think it was Lime who pointed out this crucial cultural difference. Also I heard that when they go picnicking, most Americans would use paper cups and plates, whereas Europeans go for reusable plastic ~ or just take their normal cups and plates out with them. Oh ~ it's so much more glamorous over here. We drink real champagne from real "flutes" to a backdrop of ancient ruins and stately palaces.
Bloody hell it must be a boring day if I'm prattling on stuff like this. Maybe I should have posted up replicas of my long-dead little hammies instead.
I hope you all are having a REALLY EXCITING WEEKEND ooo! And don't go too crazy over the laundry detergent...
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...purple? blue? I ended up with GREEN washing liquid ~ full of aloe vera (whatever that's for). I had an aloe vera cactus all throughout childhood and never knew what it was called...
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ILLUSTRATED: aloe vera in the wild... Off duty Judge Judy (at the Emmy awards)... Easy Inspirations Non Bio Aloe Vera & Orange Blossom ~ what my next lot of washing should funk of, instead of BO...
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MADONNA: TRUE BLUE This song has long been banned from Madonna's greatest hits collections, reminding her, as it does, of her failed marriage to Sean Penn... But it's one of her BEST TUNES!
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