Not to sound uncharitable but

can my phone please stop ringing, for the love of G-d. kthankxbai

 

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tsktsk, sondha is behind in the things she wants to write about. so in the spirit of all things shiny new, she will make a todo list (cuz all closet control-freaks love the list. all bow down before the power of the list…):

1. sydney!
2. photies from sonia’s party
3. the bloody flu

and i greatly regret not taking photies at sam’s house! thanks for the love, laughter and lasagne, my darling! we love you much much, and this will soon be a common occurance, just you wait and see!

and mattiew! =P thanks for lending me your family for easter, and for washing my car forwith me! shiny car, much chocolate and people around me makes sondha a happy girlie.

and i <3 italian for dinner, second day in a row!

 

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Gimme

I have the gimmegimmes.

Too much consumerism in my wallet, that’s what it is.

I am also very incoherent. Lesson learned: do not talk/communicate if you’ve had 48 hours with 45 mins of sleep, followed by a multi-hour nap. I feel like I’ve been sucked through a time/space warp sideways.

I want this and this and this.

I really need to spend more time studying the body.

 

Clinic

I never have thought of myself as the kind of person with manila folders, powersuits and *coughgasp* a clipboard. even tho I regularly do buy clipboards on behalf of the mother. So it was a radical new experience to turn up for clinic in a pinstriped shirt and sensible black shoes, dress pants and toting aforementioned manila folders and clipboards. Besides me not really knowing what I was doing (a not uncommon experience) it was weird to have that veneer of respectability. Oddniks all in all.

I really do think that I need a break from being busy. Disappear for a week and not do anything. Now that I can’t go down to New zealand, maybe I should get me to a retreat or somthing. Some holistic chalet in the middle of nowhere where all I have to do is cook in an enormous island kitchen, drink delicate tropical cocktails and float in a pool. Somewhere.

On a side note, I have decided that I will have a huge, cast onsite, glazed concrete benchtop for my kitchen. With a double sink and cupboards lining both sides. Sexxay.