Of Yin & Yang March 4, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , trackbackGood and bad. Right and wrong. Negative and positive. Or -ve and +ve for the scientificcy-minded.
So. Let’s see, shall we?
Nay: Quite horridly burnt back of hand at work whilst failing at tricky procedure of not holding said hand over spout of kettle while steam whooshing out during boiling-related steaminess.
Yay: Managed to maintain string of Tourettes-like obscenities, during aforementioned scalding process, in addled mind without them bursting forth through my mouth into workplace.
Nay: Have not written anything remotely writerly for several weeks.
Yay: Do not have any thoughts in head to write about. Emptiness is the new black.
Nay: Mouse has invaded house. Pastry brush eaten.
Yay: Um. No. Sorry. Can’t think of a plus about mouses eating kitchen utensils. Wildlife in my drawers cannot be seen as a good thing. Ever. Have failed miserably at yin yang yong mellowness.
I’m sort of missing writing a bit. Another week or two and I shall have to start editing The Novel. I will drink coffee and eat cake in my lunch hour, while becoming enormously fat and disillusioned as to my novelly ambitions.
In the meantime, I plan an early night with Ailsa Cox’s Writing Short Stories. Crumbs, I am so rock ‘n’ roll.
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Jen, you go sugar babe honey, you show those feisty drug infested rockers what rippin it up and breakin out is really about lol.
Tonight, short stories and an early night, fantastic.
And hey, it’s only Tuesday.
By Friday night, you will be putting even the most hardened heavy metal fans to shame and perhaps tucking a wee hot water bottle under your duvet.
February was made for hibernation, especially when it’s so damn cold outside.
H
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Was the self harming with the kettle an alternative to throwing youself down the stairs? Well done on the not swearing out loud you must really like this job.
I think there’s something about being a writer that means you can’t be rock and roll as well! Or maybe that’s just me and my inability to deal with excitement!
A friend is returning after a year in South America on Friday - and I’m actually slightly irritated about it because I finally have to go out! What a great friend am I.
Love the cartoon, how true is that?!
Ms Hullaballoo - Um… would this be a good time to mention that it’s actually March? Perhaps you are still in the Scottish timezone of February? Oh, I don’t know. I’m going to fill up my hottie bottle with brandy. That’ll show ‘em who’s rock and, indeed, roll.
Breezy - you know me, anything for a bit of attention.
Helen - Hmmm, maybe you’ve hot on something there. Writing + Rock ‘n’ Roll = completely bloomin useless. Hey ho.
Yvonne - You’re going out? Into the real world? Goodness. I know just how you feel. I did that a few weeks ago and really haven’t been the same since.
Oh gawd, ouch. Impressive self control at not stringing together filthy obscenities out loud. I went out last night - first time for ages. It’s not up to much out there.
JJx
And the willy? What about the willy? (you could write about that, couldn’t you?)
I am impressed at your will power not to have sworn too. It is a lesson to us all!
I have a Yay to your Nay Mouse for you; at least it is not a big fat disease infected Rat Colony.
You’re still writing here, at least. Thank goodness. Keeping your (scalded) hand in, as it were.
We were practically gassed by a glis-glis (edible dormouse, rampant in this area, a family of them live in our walls). One of the bloody things pulled an oven-glove behind our boiler, which then got stuck in the flue. Luckily the pilot light went out. Wish the glis-glis would. And stay out.
You are an inspiration to us all, in a low-down Richter-scale sort of way. You’re ability to self-harm whilst remaining largely social acceptable and not checking yourself into rehab as a serial scolder is a model of stiff-upper lipness we could all benefit from. And you got paid while doing it too!
PS: Good to see Hullabaloonie’s grip on dates is as strong as her command of fractions.
In my defence, my calendar is set at February so that I get a nice surprise when I remember it’s January, oops March.
Some people set their watches slow or fast. I do it with my calendar lol.
H
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You see, Pacha’s not going to let the ‘willy’ thing ‘drop’ and I have to say, I’m with her every inch of the way!
JJ - Going out is sooo yesterday. Plays havoc with the wearing of jim-jams too.
Pacha - RATS? Urgh. Please. It’s truly more than I can bear…
Karen - I’ve never heard of glis-glis. I had to look them up and it says they make the sound of a lawnmower and that their cry sounds like ‘woofle woofle woofle’. Edible though. Ew. I suppose their rareness becomes less endearing when they’re shoving oven gloves up your flue.
Bobo - Socially acceptable? Ah, yes, that’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me today. Taverymuch.
Hullaballoo - Best to be in your own little time zone. Don’t let us mock you. Carry on.
Helen - HELEN! You’ve got me tittering now. Honestly…
That’s the spirit. Humour me and I will dot along nicely, suddenly discovering it’s the end of July and my birthday. I am suuuuch a Leo, honestly. That is, when I’m not being Cancer or Libra lol.
I never did get that therapy bollocks about living in the present. What’s that about? Wouldn’t you get so much more out of life if you lived in the past, present and future at the same time?
H
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Pastry brush eaten
But this is truly shocking. How are you going to baste big pie like concoctions now??? I don’t know how you can be so calm.
Hope your poor hand heals soon and mouse is caught and given a good talking to:-)
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Hullaballoo - you might be onto something there. Multi-faceted existence. Leo eh? Ah. I’m Taurean but, luckily, Taureans don’t believe in horoscopes…
Lane - my pie-glazing days are over. I shall have to take to drink instead. Pastry brush and gin, you see - my only possessions in this meagre lark I call life. Sigh.