Today I went to the day hospital to have a series of tests done. I figured I would be poked and prodded all at once (I have to have x-rays taken, a sonogram, gastroscopy and some other test I can’t remember) and then I could forever hold my peace, but it didn’t turn out that way. Today was blood tests and EKG time. The blood tests never ended. I got in at 8 and left at 11.45, my body and psych battered. I feel drained, and not just of juices (lord knows they took enough blood to rebuild a newer and better Carla). The dr was awful. She kept making faces and acting panicked and not explaining what the fudge was going on. That kind of attitude, in the presence of a hypocondriac, is a no no in any book. Especially when the hypocondriac is cranky from very little sleep the night before. I headed home feeling slightly violated. I will survive.

I am now coming slowly back to life. I showered and ate and I feel much much better. I shall snuggle with the kittehs and watch me some TV, while busily knitting socks and forget all about it. I can’t wait to sleep a deep undisturbed sleep tomorrow. Mmmm.

You know when you have a week that isn’t bad (well, not the amt of bad that has been thoroughly discussed on here), but just plain irritating? Well, that’s been my week. Every single aspect of my life has been annoying, but in such a stupid, little way, that when I complain about it I get no sympathy. Ex: I thought I had fixed my trimester(3 MONTHS!) long quest in finding my boss a new phone + phone plan. This was the most dragged out thing ever. He couldn’t make up his mind, he decided not to go for it at all at some point, and he’s just plain indecisive. I wrote memos, called 900 different places, printed enough paper to rebuild the Amazon forest. We signed the contract on Tuesday. Signed, sealed and delivered. I was giddy. And then on Wednesday I get a call telling me the phone he wanted is no longer available. And that was that. No phone, no plan, no peace for me. See what I mean? In the grand scheme of things, that’s nothing but a pimple on a thrice removed extra in the tenth row, but add it to the other 500 tiny things and it just drives me crazy.

Eh, maybe cranky is just my “at peace” state.

Lust: I wish.

Gluttony: Most certainly.

Greed: Always.

Sloth: Are you kidding me?

Wrath: YES!

Envy: Above all.

Pride: Especially today.

I guess that whether there is a hell or not, I’m bound for it regardless. If only the journey was as enjoyable as I had expected.

I have whined about my sucky friends a lot on this blog, but it’s not all bad. I have reconnected with a BUNCH of friends from my awesome Carla days and it’s been fun. My self-appreciation and self-confidence have been sorely lacking in the past… 4 years. Being reminded that I am able to be awesome (as my past can testify) is refreshing and a cool distraction from my endless pity party. Reconnecting with these people has brought to my attention that my friend Vittorio is getting married. Unreal. This craziness must be stopped! I just can’t believe it. He’s one of the funniest people ever. I have no claim whatsoever on him, but somehow knowing he’s off the market is unsettling. Nevermind I’ve been married 5 and a half years… The last time I saw him we were in England, somewhere on the coast. I was dating the biggest loser in the world for unknown reasons and he was living nearby. He came down to visit me and I dumped the boyfriend at home and spent a weekend with him. Laughing our asses off, “playing” pool and just being awesome. So yeah, it’s the end of an era. I just hope this girl is worth throwing away all these things we never had away for!

What would Dustin Hoffman do?

Who says endless bitching doesn’t work? Obviously someone who hasn’t mastered the art. I finally have a blog with comments. And an archive. I am basking in the glory of having a proper blog.

It has been so long since I last blogged. So very very long. Not a thing has happened since the last time. Well, I lie. Ben and I spent a delicious, yarnful and cruising long weekend in Stockholm. It was fantastic. We toured the archipelago and went to many a museum. We met up with a Ravelrer and she showed us many a yarn store and was all around a perfect host. She also walked our pants off, but that was a small price to pay. I also took beautiful pictures such as this:

proving that I don’t completely suck at the picture taking.

I cannot remember what else happened in August. Hmm. I guess nothing with the eventful tag in it.

We are thinking of heading to London next, but that coincides with Matilde’s wedding. To tell you (or myself) the truth, I have all sorts of grudges towards this wedding and am seriously considering not going. I might just give my €50 and get it over with. These people have been nothing but absent in my life, be it in my time of need or in my time of happy, and I just have nothing to say to them anymore. Witness is yesterday’s conversation with Francesca that seemed to be made primarily of embarrassed silences and awkward topics. I thought that just taking them as it is would be enough, but it isn’t. Especially since they haven’t been there at all to begin with. I still have a wild fondness for Ines and intend to see her more, but the other two have gots to go. And so I am thinking of RSVPing a Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t even want to hold a grudge, but I honestly don’t feel like sharing the happy day. Petty? But of course!

Today’s funny is brought by someone that just tracked me down on Facebook. He writes:

“I remember you sitting on a desk, while we were all sitting around you, and demonstrating how to put your legs behind your head”.

Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem’ries.