Thursday, September 21, 2006
Remember to breathe
In. out. in. out. Try to remember the quietness of sunset.
It's been one of those weeks, compounded by the fact that everything I tried to do at bookbinding today went askew and afterwards I walked through the shops and realised that there's nothing I like in fashion this season. Skinny jeans. Dropped waists. Nothing for fat legs and drooped breasts.
And I just have to say that as much as I love our Auntie, today was one of the best JJJ listening experiences I've ever had. All the music and none of the teen surfie-worshipping blokey (yes, even the females) matey Strine I hear the obviously unteenage DJs using that makes my eyelids twitch. There. That's all I have to say on that point.
To finish on a reasonably fun note, check out the lovely people of Tyrrell Partners (an accountancy firm, not the winery) and wonder why they even bothered to put a 'favorite book' section in their staff profile.
Back to Mary Gilmore and trying to get Bumblebee to see the bright side of life (more on that when I can think clearer).
In. out. in. out. in. out.