and another thing

Hello dear neglected blog. Yes I know the extent of my flakiness, but it's not like you are going to thwack me over the head every time I fail to blog consistently. Although the whole carrot and stick technique might well be the only one that works on me...
So what has happened in the meantime? Well, I have acquired another job, on top of the three I had already. Translation is making me lose the will to live. My new job makes me wake up with a delightful knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. Same old, same old essentially.
Gothenburg is showing us its best sunny side (with the occasional shower, just to keep you on your toes). I have learned to blow dry my hair. The results are sadly lacking in glam aura, but it does show a marked improvement in the grooming area. What else, oh yes, I have been to 3 baby showers in as many months, a completely new appointment on my social diary as I had never attended anything remotely baby showeresque in my life before. It may be some time before I venture out to another such event.
Am I going to write more? Well, no promises, but maybe, just maybe.

I prepare myself mentally for the big jump

It's V-day tomorrow (Varvet) and I have just eaten a truckload of pasta. I didn't even feel like chowing down on pasta though was v hungry. Such is the pre-race peer pressure my friends.
Anyroad, it is Friday night and I am larging it up in front of the computer, awaiting the return of the male half of this household (he's been away for a week - the flat has never been tidier). I'm glad this week has finally come to an end: what with his J-ness away and working 14 hour days because I am an idiot who can't say no, I think we can simply label this A Trying Time and move on swiftly to more enjoyable things. The half-marathon tomorrow sadly doesn't fit into that category, but I am determined to make it a non-downer. I have a couple of days in Stockholm to look forward to, and that includes seeing Wilco AND Flight of the Conchords. What more could a girl ask for?

Correspondences manquées

Lunatique, adjectif
Dont l'humeur change souvent
Synonymes: capricieux, changeant, versatile, fantasque
Traduction en anglais: temperamental

Lunatic, noun
an insane person
daredevil: a reckless impetuous irresponsible person
insane and believed to be affected by the phases of the moon
French translation: fou/folle, dément

Moon-sickness or soupe au lait?

On not even pretending to cope

You know when you've been working really hard in the run up to Christmas, keeping things going on a wing and a prayer. Then as soon as you put your feet up with a nice cup of tea and a mince pie, that's when the dreaded flu hits you with its best shot, leaving you out of the game for a bit.
For me, it's like that, only with moods and morale, not the flu. Apparently I don't get the flu, I just get the blues. And also, there doesn't need to be any mad run up to Christmas either. It just sort of knocks on my door, randomly, mugs me of my depleted reserves of will power, then leaves me sitting on my arse staring into the void for minutes on end. So nothing like the flu then.

Anyway, this post is just to say ok, I surrender, nicht schiessen! Just make it all go away and stop making me have to pretend that everything is fine, just fine. Because it isn't. And I don't even know what it is.