10 November, 2003
whoo eee am I over being sick or what?! yes indeedy japanesy. Feeling better as long as I don't stand or move or laugh too much. I just laughed too much down at Xpo. (my new code name do you like?) I was pinned against a wall with one hand and punched lightly in my sternum with the other. I was laughing so hard that I started to cough- and if you didn't think I was sick if you'd have heard that you would have.
Today we talked at breakfast about how arguments with me shouldn't happen whilst knifes and other sharp objects are lying around. I started to sing a song about sticking a fork into Daddy's shoulder. Dan was convinced that a butter knife weilded by me probably wouldn't do much damage. I argued that if he didn't see it coming I could kill him. He was curious as to where I'd stab him to get the desired result- death- oh you're throat of course... right under the adams apple. I smiled. Grinned more like it. Very pleased with myself.
I wonder what some natural therapisty person would say about my life and the ongoing theme of throats?
Someone once said that it was to do with having something to say and not being empowered to do so. So...... um that means I should have had a sore throat most of my days surely?
I'm rambling and I don't have drugs to blame.
I have to go to the postoffice before I forget- brain not good brain not good.
Thankyou for cuddles.
Bless.
Cups of tea are welcomed to.. I'm sure that's what James means.