vindice

Fuck, I really feel like I've been sedated good. Maan. I feel like someone stuffed a pillow in my head.

At the moment I'm all Bach Flower Remedies, wholemeal bread and trying to keep the same hours evey day. The latter, I suspect, is a lost cause.

I quit work for 2007 a week last Friday. That weekend was Edinburgh, the following week I was supposed to be enforcing Rest upon myself, and this week I was permitted to try a little writing but to not beat myself up if I didn't get any done. Well, I wrote 500 words yesterday but I feel ever so agitated. I'm going to assume that the sedated feeling is down to the plague I brought back from Edinburgh (or more likely man flu I caught the previous weekend). So really I'm lucky to simply be cheating death each day.

Also, it's possible that part of the reason the last 10 days have been a bit of a structureless vacuum is that there was no ballet last week. I'm back under the tutelege of the Ballet Bitch tonight - the class is supposed to be 7.45 til 8.45 but Siobhan can never curb her enthusiasm so we're bound to overrun to 9.30pm.

So I said a couple of blogs ago that I wasn't going to update for a while. But you know how it is, you post one journal entry and then get tired of looking at it.

Question: What do we know about acupuncture?