January 7, 2009
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Contact lenses. Check.
Green eye-shadow, black eye-liner, black mascara. Check.
Extra long white fish-net scarf. Check.
Black beads, green ring, green earrings. Check.
White hat. Check.
Black and white stretch dress, long black skirt. Check.
Stripy knee-high socks, black boots. Check.
Inflated sense of boho-self. Check.
A constant need to pee. Check.
Fear and trembling re.the great white void that is motherhood. Check.
Slightly bewildered look on face. Check.
Coffee-rush. Check.
Bag containing:
Make up. Check.
One book of fiction: The Krewthedral by Ross Brodie. Check.
One book of non-fiction: Postmortem, How Medical Examiners
Explain Suspicious Deaths by S Timmermans. Check.
Four own short stories to edit. Check.
Two Sein submissions to read. Check.
One ISMs submission to read. Check.
Keys, purse and other miscellany. Check.
Will to live. Check.
Will to write. Checkity check.
A hint of excitement at the thought of watching Hostel 2 tonight. Check.
Baby in belly. Check.
And I’m ready to face the rest of the week.
Comments (3)
Snarky friend supporting you from across the pond. Check.
Sounds like all systems are go.
‘It does kind of look like broken capillaries, and I guess if it was it wouldn’t hurt. ‘
But how the heck long should something like that take to heal, I wonder?