i think it’s time. that is all.
the breakfast club is a classic movie, by the way, if a bit melodramatic.
here is a baby. that’s my cousin’s kid. i miss hong kong. the kid is three years old now, i think. time’s drifting away. it’ll be ok. but i want it to be better than ok! so i have to keep working for that.
finally i think i’m strong enough to get to work. it’s down to obnoxious itchiness. when i was in the shower this morning two more pustules popped. (yeah, bet you wanted to know that.) there’s still a couple of little ones, but we’re in scab territory now, and some of them are falling off now. yay, real skin.
i need to get back to a lot of things, not just work. running and the gym, for example. but i don’t think i can afford the gym anymore hahah. and i have to keep the discipline i made while ill. that won’t be too hard i think. life is so slow. i’d like to be a city season ticket holder, that would be exciting. six-nil over portsmouth, a dream performance. and i can take my baking skills with me. i’ll start a bakery. where are these awesome people they speak of haha, let’s do something crazy
because i own a couch now! mooohahahaha. and a bed frame. and it’s really weird to spend $700 in an hour. i was so reluctant, i held out for three weeks . . .
i also made a pork pot pie in the baking class. much tasty tasty food. i’m getting better at this baking thing. sort of. actually my pie crust sucked. but the tasty tasty filling was good. i also need to purchase a sharp knife.
the shingles are super itchy now. i think it’s the scabs. grosssssss. i’m so sick of this. what a terrible condition.