well, i've managed to score myself an uncomfortable case of tendinitis in my left wrist. this leaves me wrapped in a brace, rubbing goo all over it and eating nurofen for the inflammation. it also means i have the most boring job at work. ugh.
on an up note, i don't have to pay for any of the medical or medicinal expenses :) even the klms spent to get to and from the doctor next week are paid for :) i almost love coles.

i don't know what this is going to mean for the future of my nightfill 'career', perhpas it gives me a decent case to argue a transfer to a daytime department where the workload is less heavy lifting and more something else. think i might wait until my permanent part-time status is actually put through (that's a complicated scenario that is) before i start making those sorts of waves. until then, i have to try and not aggravate this stupid wrist tendon. ugh.

why couldn't it have been my knee, or my ankle, or a piece of my torso or face threatening to decompose and fall of? why my bloody wrist? i NEED that wrist. thats my fretboard hand, and i need the flexibility. yeah. things are looking oh so fabulous for my music now. not that they were looking particulalry brilliant to start with...

ugh. stupid negative thoughts. stupid cynic. stupid stupid. guh

til next....
~Kits~ (if you want me, i'll be in the corner ignoring the caffiene withdrawal)
how do you say it?

so many times the moment has arrived and been let slip past for no other reason than cowardice.

strength could be the issue.

sobriety another.

personal belief.


and no i will not answer questions so don't bother asking (you know who you are).

you know, there are so many varied occasions when i wish i knew better how to express what i'm thinking to those close to me, or those i perceive as close.

this is one of many.

the opportunity arises and i falter.

this is normal?

for most?

a planned occasion was shot down in flames earlier.

nothing unusual there.

why is everything a struggle right now?

just fucking KISS ME GODDAMMIT!

make a fucking move!

stop messing with my fucking head.

i SHOULDN'T have these thoughts, but you were there before this.

and i've not moved on.

i should, it'll never be more than a fling.


just say it!

it'll eat you from the inside out if you don't

personal philosophy aside; just ASK!

stupid crossroads.

is it wrong to want someone to actually practice the words they spell out in something close to a promise?

i don't think i was built for this sort of existence.

where's the freedom?

til next....
~Kits~ (a partial thought leak)
dear stuart

it's been ten years since i last saw or spoke to you, but you're often in my thoughts.
i know that it was nothing more than a little teeny girl crush and it could never have been, but that doesn't mean i don't miss you any less
i wish i could have kept in touch with you and been your friend.
there are often times when i imagine running into you in random places i happen to be just so i could see you again.
but i know that would never happen because you're on the other side of the planet with a family of your own.
i still think of you, and wonder what it would be like to see you again
would i still feel that little pang of lust that i used to get when i saw you everyday?
they say you never forget your first love, but you were my lust, and i haven't forgotten you.
you've made a big impact on my life, and i really wish i could just tell it to your face.
perhaps one day we will bump into each other again, when we're both old and tired and full of nostalgic conversation.

anything is possible.

thoughtfully yours
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( May. 11th, 2006 04:48 pm)
i'm curious....

yesterday while returning home from taking Sebastian to the doctor, i tripped over a hole in the footpath near my house. since then both the ankle and knee of my left leg are stiff, sore and slightly tender. i've yet to go to the doctor to have it looked at (simply due to a lack of time today), but i'm wondering how much effort would be needed in order to bring this particular piece of sidewalk to the council's attention.

if i get the medical attention it requires, can i then look at avenues of recompense (though, i'm not really after money, but if it requires physio i'm not sure how to afford it, whether i could get it on medicare or what)? the injury has reduced my ability to walk for extended preiods of time, and it's at times difficult to rest my leg in a comfortable position (because of the ankle). would it be worth my while? i have a toddler to take care of, and it means i can't search for part time work because i am unable to walk properly.

i have no other ideas on how to get council to look at this problem. a problem that has been present longer than i've been a resident.

i'm probably over stating the injury to a small degree, but i don't like underestimating damage to myself.


til next....


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