My view today: lavender blue and golden wallpaper; a hundred year old poppies going crazy.
My lunch today: Half hearted. (Half defrosted fallafell with ketchup and mexican salsa in a small plastic box. Soy chocolate milk and lime water in a bottle of Loka from the day before yesterday.)
Woke up feeling like I partied all night long and then forgot about it. (Or as if I’d been sleeping in a tent.) Aching body, moody mind.
Phoned a man I need to interview for an article, to remind him. He spoke to me like I was a little school girl, just like the last time. “Didn’t I reply to your email? Oh poor you. But now you get to practice what it is like to be a real journalist, when you have to chase people.”
(And the first time: “Tell your supervisor that I think you should be more precise.”)
Oh poor me. Woke up on the wrong side and still have to be nice on the phone.
(Isn’t there a short story about a woman who disapperars and hides behind a wall paper? I think it is called: The wallpaper.)
Woke up feeling like I partied all night long and then forgot about it. (Or as if I’d been sleeping in a tent.) Aching body, moody mind.
Phoned a man I need to interview for an article, to remind him. He spoke to me like I was a little school girl, just like the last time. “Didn’t I reply to your email? Oh poor you. But now you get to practice what it is like to be a real journalist, when you have to chase people.”
(And the first time: “Tell your supervisor that I think you should be more precise.”)
Oh poor me. Woke up on the wrong side and still have to be nice on the phone.
(Isn’t there a short story about a woman who disapperars and hides behind a wall paper? I think it is called: The wallpaper.)
Buss & Gran! :-)
SvaraRaderaMarie!
SvaraRadera1. Those people should pay you, since they use you for some (bad) form of therapy to feel more powerful themselves. Ask him for 500 kr for letting him releasing his badness upon you. As we all know, professional help is expensive these days. Goda råd är dyra!
2. There is also a very good short story about a skeleton, or, a man whose skeleton takes over from inside, and tries to starve him to death so that the skeleton can be free.. By the language-lovely Ray Bradbury.
Kramar,
Hara H