First let’s define *bloortness*. You know that feeling when your sinuses are packed to the rafters with water the consistency of khaki gelatine? And how you can’t breathe without sounding like petite bubbles are attempting to squeeze through the crowd of all of UP’s rugby players in order to get to the bar and then back again without spilling anything? Oh and the overwhelming desire to please, please just stay in bed and draw the duvet over your head and peek through the squishyness to watch The Bachelorette.

Yep. I said it. The Bachelorette. I’ve so far caught altogether about an hour of this vicious/delicious opiate series. Keep in mind I watch TV only rarely and this hour or so is half of my tv experience.  I want more. MORE I tell you. I feel like the ultimate voyeur…I actually feel guilty when watching it and keep the remote control close so that I can switch to something innocuous like TCM. How do people do this? Do they genuinely forget about the cameras? How on earth do you “share” and “open up” with the thought that not only everyone you know (including bitter exes and scary neighbours) but millions you don’t, watching/anticipating/sharing in these moments? I cannot help myself but watch if given the opportunity. And the men…oh the men. Sigh pine. And she can only choose one but for a few weeks she gets to play. Oooh another problem – so you end up being the one who “wins” but you know that your wife was purposely trying to fall in love* with someone else?

Anyway, I really want to sleep and take rather a lot of medicine so that I don’t feel quite so bloorty. But in about an hour it is D’s first birthday party where I will see his side of the family for the first time since the divorce. Should be interesting as we got along like a house on fire (screaming, flames, ashes etc) even before I left. Luckily MM will be there and it will only be a few hours.

Then some more sleep and then tonight’s Oriental party. For the first time in my life I would actually prefer ‘bed’ to ‘party’**.

1. Word of the day: polyandry ;)

2. **Insight of the day: I’m really 30. *bloort*

3. State of the pool: wobbly gelatine

4. Music: Kings of Leon. I have to own the cd.

5, Awesomest lines: A friend of mine wrote this -

Under this skin

Under this skin is more than just bone.
This skin covers something more dark than many of you may know.

Will you keep my secret of this raging inferno?
This skin covers my true nature, but only barely.

Will you put pressure on the wounds inflicted by the monster that is me?
This monster that is willing, nay, wanting to rip people to shreds.

When i’m driving, arguing, frightened or furious.
I have to face it each moment, decline its mouthwatering offers
of justice in the eyes of me, served with swift repeated strokes.

Feeding it in any way, however minimal, would only encourage it,
make it stronger.

I better myself, by beating, me.

*Another issue here btw, how come Americans pretend like falling in love is something that doesn’t happen the moment you meet someone? That somehow it is something you decide upon. Granted the process can take a while and have many stops and starts but we are still biological machines. The hormones are there or they aren’t.

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