It's after 3pm on a Sunday and I still haven't done a thing. I have been drifting and dreaming and thinking and chatting and tossing and turning. My flat needs urgent attention. I need to go to work. I need a shower. I want to curl up and sleep. My hair is froofy. I gave myself a startle when I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. I was telling Barb that I am a reason for NOT having a webcam. boy on the other hand, makes the view from my office all the better. ..abit later.. I'm being very lazy. I've opened the curtains and put the dishes in the soapy water. There is a load of laundry in the washing machine. But it's 4pm and I could have done a days work by now. I am dressed, and have showered. But I am not lying on my pile of laundry anymore only because I've pushed it onto the floor. *leans right to see what just blew over* was that my tree? From the New Year, Geocities will no longer be my personal hosting option. I have a new free hoster who says I don't have to have any advertising on my site and although, I am sure they will change their minds in the future, I will be using them because they are also hosting a domain name for free too. Stay tuned for update information (yes, all four of you). --------

My friend Justin rocks the house that rocks the party. Or in Mishspeak.. he's the beesknees. I am officially divorced. The papers were in the post yesterday. I was asked if I felt sad. No, I don't feel sad, I was done with sad/mad/bad (cat in the hat) feelings long ago. But it does feel strange. It's not an easy thing to do, ending a marriage - emotionally or practically. The process takes time and thought and spine. I think Greg and I have handled the situation as well as we could have, and both of us are happy with our decisions and the outcomes. We continue to be amicable and communicate. In fact, we have a better relationship now than when we were married. Last night, Rachelle and I went to the movies to see Unbreakable with Bruce Willis, Robin Wright Penn and Samual L Jackson. You'd think, with that cast, and the team from the Sixth Sense you're bound for success. I have been told it's not a comedy. I guess I shouldn't have snickered at Samual L's wardrobe (his hair was a tragedy too).. I guess laughing when the hero fell into the pool..or barked out laughing at the sight of our hero's son pointing a gun at him. But hell, its a movie that misses the mark time and again. I found it hilarious. Saying that, there was one point at the end of the movie that grabbed both Rachelle's and my attention and held it.. the sight of three G3 Macs and three flat screen monitors.. sad but true. Before we went to the movies, we had a beer and chips at Sheepy's (big surprise there)[oh, and while I think about it - Dec 21st Surfing Safari at Sheepy's Papatoetoe, wear your Hawaiian shirts and come ride the mechanical waves, we'll be there] I arrived first and ordered my beer. Did I tell you about the little man who told me my laugh was awful? Well, he was there. He and his friends were standing at the bar. He spoke to me, being polite this time. HIM: "Hello" MOI: "Hello" HIM: "What do you do for a living?" MOI: "I made CDROM's" HIM: [blank look] MOI: "Online computer based learning" HIM: [head tilt, blank look] MOI: "Web pages and shit" HIM: "OHH.. computers?" HIS FRIEND: "Come on, you asked her that question last time, remember? you were drunk. You tried to get her to come back to your place to fix your computer" THEM: [snickering] MOI: "yes, remember? I did come home with you. We had sex. It was the most disappointing two minutes of my entire life." THEM: [riotous laughter] HIM: [straight faced not laughing] I continue to attract the finest calibre of male attention. *sag* --------

I had the worst night last night - getting up four times, damn period. You males don't even KNOW you're alive! Today I am completely worn out. I feel like a wrung-out dish rag. Rachelle's attempted to ask a couple of simple questions and I have had ZERO comprehension. Just staring at her blankly as she dumbs down and dumbs down to accommodate my vagueness. I have absolutely no tolerance for my boss today either. He has only asked me one thing and I doubt he'll ask me another, not today anyway. And it's hot and muggy and I swear there isn't an oxygen molecule in the whole place. I am flushed. Hoping the can of Pepsi'll help. The weekend was okay but I was grumpy on Saturday. Amy said at one stage "Don't get grumpy at me" and I had to assure her she wasn't doing anything wrong, just between the heat, my lack of sleep, and my impending menstrual flow, my nerves were insensitive. She made me go lie down and take a nap. I could have slept 'til 11pm. She woke me at 4:40pm so I could get up and get ready. We went to Cinderella, the Ballet. Had dinner at Planet Hollywood first and that was okay (enough). Cinderella was okay, though I felt the lead (Cinders) was weak, and I sensed the cast working hard to support her, literally in the case of the Prince who seemed to be struggling a couple of times to get the right grip on his tiny partner. The overwhelming feeling I had as they bowed and encore was of a High School Production. But then, I am very critical. I've done sets, I know how hard it is. I've watched our concerts come together and fall apart at the seams, I do know how hard it is. But still, at that level, I shouldn't be able to notice the flaws - I am just a member of the audience. Doesn't seem like any of us are writing much these days. Probably all busy and/or tired. December isn't a very good month for getting everything done. I need a holiday, do you? Looking forward to my flat for a week and no work, just getting much needed MishStuff done. --------