Monday, January 22, 2007
I left my washing in the launderette
What is wrong with all of you? I figure out how to post a widget on my blog - not only that, but I discover that the word "widget" exists - and no one even comments on it! This is a high-tech blog coming from an extremely technologically-challenged blogger! Show some appreciation!
My mother is holidaying in the East right now. In a museum, she stumbled upon a Orthodox celebration of Jesus' baptism (conducted in Ukrainian), and was able to console and distract an extremely bored French priest by translating the liturgy for him. What a mom: such a crusader in bridging the cultural gaps of our country!
I am attempting, for the umpteenth (literally umpteenth - count it) time, to stop chewing my nails. I've made more progress than ever before; I actually have visible nails! But now the skin around my cuticles has grown out to the dry, extremely-satisfying chewable stage, and it's so tempting. I can hear it tempting me. Today in microbiologie, I sat there and was so consumed with cravings to chew that I tried to console myself with imagining exactly how I would chew my cuticles off if I still actually chewed my nails - which I don't, of course. And then the temptation was too great and I chewed them ferociously for a good 10 minutes. Argh. Now I have bandaids over all my fingers to help myself along.
It's lunch (well, 10:45, so close enough), and time for some couscous. And thus endeth the entry that makes all other rambling entries look foolish.
The end.
My mother is holidaying in the East right now. In a museum, she stumbled upon a Orthodox celebration of Jesus' baptism (conducted in Ukrainian), and was able to console and distract an extremely bored French priest by translating the liturgy for him. What a mom: such a crusader in bridging the cultural gaps of our country!
I am attempting, for the umpteenth (literally umpteenth - count it) time, to stop chewing my nails. I've made more progress than ever before; I actually have visible nails! But now the skin around my cuticles has grown out to the dry, extremely-satisfying chewable stage, and it's so tempting. I can hear it tempting me. Today in microbiologie, I sat there and was so consumed with cravings to chew that I tried to console myself with imagining exactly how I would chew my cuticles off if I still actually chewed my nails - which I don't, of course. And then the temptation was too great and I chewed them ferociously for a good 10 minutes. Argh. Now I have bandaids over all my fingers to help myself along.
It's lunch (well, 10:45, so close enough), and time for some couscous. And thus endeth the entry that makes all other rambling entries look foolish.
The end.
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