the hunter, not the hunted

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)

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
Me.