Just a quick note as I am swamped with overdue work. Writing keywords for a financial site is not as fascinating as you might think and therefore long avoided.

Being a woman, on the whole, is a great experience*. However, every now and again we get these days of morbid, warped self image where nothing about ponderous ankles are ok. Or where your fat skirt fits…/shudder.

Where all you want to do is wear holey sweatpants, glasses, tie your hair in a conditioner soaked knot** and read blanky books about people with swords and names like Aethor the Dark Elf. Oh and most importantly HIDE while wolfing down KFC and guzzling a litre or so of Chardonnay and contemplate liposuction with a cooldrink straw and an industrial vacuum cleaner. ***

If you were wondering, guys, what you can do about this: Nothing, really. He told me this morning how lovely he thinks I am and all I could think was how on earth I was going to suck in my continental gut so that he still likes me and does not send me to Fat Camp with the other butterballs.

/pat pat to all of you with girlfriends. Women are strange, strange creatures who will not believe you if you tell them you think they are beautiful just they way they are, but magnify the hell out of a sideways comment on another woman’s walk.

1. Word of the day: myocardial infarction (a heart attack). Dunno why it is stuck in my mind but I’ve been muttering it all day.

2. Insight of the day:  CC is leaving on Friday and that makes my shoulders slump so low that I can tickle my own feet without bending.

3. State of the pool: wobbly lime jelly

4. Joys of the day: 1. inching along Olifantsfontein and watching a lady snapping her fingers and jamming to what must have been an awesome album, 2. waking up to the knowledge that I will see His beautiful smile every day for the next week. 3. Trading witty banter with Krugaza-san

5. Awesomest lines: Jou skitterappel – Elsa Volschenk

ons is vallende sterre
wat soos lucifers
tussen aardse molekules
flikker omdat
swaartekrag ons
realiteit verwesenlik

maar vergewe my wat
as ‘n eva-appel
hoort aan my eie
Newtonboom
en nie weet van
vrye
val
nie

6. Scripture line: Philippians 1:9-10

“And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ,”

*Not that I could compare but brief flights of fancy of wielding my own “sword” have convinced me of this.

**This is a scary thing to behold btw. You could use said knot to oil the dining room table.

***Which ironically, makes you feel infinitely worse about yourself and is on par with self flagellation. You then consider going the bulimic route but dismiss it as that would be admitting you binged. SIGH.

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