thread in which the Mentally Normal sustain a stream of fascinating chat

[Mitchy1nge]

and die of being cold

Do eat Mitchy, that's medicine.

The Omelette must have helped. A trip to MyPukes (good name btw) would have made all the difference and I wouldn't have even enjoyed it.

I really like the sound of therapy sessions spent drawing on the floor too!

It's brilliant. She is very very very good. We have felt pens and a huge roll of paper and that sort of thing.
Today we drew a bus

I've been crochet-crying today. The gloves have 4 fingers each. I'm not using a pattern and I haven't worked out how to do the thumbs yet.

I've got a free crochet flower thing from the front of a magazine. Read the instructions from inside said magazine and it's obv in a language I don't understand :/ I don't think I like crochet (I'm a bit thick)
And I want to go skiing. Again. On my own

have eaten last pot of fage 0% AND last blueberry and seed shot (which is for porridge really) AND some of the ancient branded seroquel that I have in a box of drugs that goes back as far as my chlorpromazine days, not including the seroquel
today comes to 2179 cals

my body won't be happy until I am fat

Running tomorrow though, yes?
I may well have some fage, I've moved onto that from flavoured stuff.

We have a housefull and of the friends friends, which is bothfun and exciting but also realised how dull I am now.

I taught myself to crochet once, made a hat and then promptly forgot how to do it.

I did knit a couple of jumpers but I can't remember to knit now.

You're not dull Caulk, just intriguingly creative. Enigmatic.

Sounds good Mitchy.

no running on Wednesdays or Saturdays, long one Sunday though

I learned to crochet when I couldn't run, not exactly the same thing - think I have forgotten too, but I could only do chains anyway

it is my birthday on Monday!

Ah, thanks Niamh. It's the first time lots of people have been here in a while and I hadn't realised how much I have stopped caring. I knew I cared less about myself, but not others. I blame the meds.

Mitchy oohs what is your plan?

(That's not a pity party btw, just an observation)

Caulk, the thought of a houseful of a housemate's guests would have me running for cover. I am well past caring.

No fags here. Dh is finally home (away during the week) and we're having a night cap. He has been claimed by the cat.

No cigarettes here too, but wine and sex sound like a good alternative.

The friend and her friends are about 10 years older than me, which occasionally makes a difference, and it seemed to tonight.

Im not sure where the cat is, but it's raining outside and so I hope he isnt wandering the streets forlornly.

Our cat has a favourite bush she sits under when it rains. She thinks she is completely dry there but it must depend on the angle of the wind or something, as sometimes her back half is wet through.

I'm signing off. No sneezing to death tonight, anyone.

WHERE IN CUNTING FUCK IS MY PERIOD

Chapuys, that's what DH said last night when I told him I'd lost two pounds!

I think I was given your period by mistake, Enpoid, I wondered whose it was. The moon must have been extra close to me. Or something.

No idea why it's late. Not the obvious though.

I was about to suggest you POAS

I've got a manky virus :(

Craft stuff arrived. Did the postman post it quietly through the letterbox so OH wouldn't find out?

Did he hell.

What kind of craft is it millie?