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radegundI'm freakishly tired this evening. This is unsurprising, as I've been on a manic streak for the past few days. On Monday, not content with preparing and giving a fairly crucial presentation to the canonical Load o' Men (the Executive Committee of the organisation I work for), I also rose early to help Niall haul bulky things out to the road for the special collection, then spent the evening clearing our main drain (Mankiest Task 2004 - hot favourite) and installing skirting board. Collapsed in a heap a few times, but had that burning energy thing going for most of the day. Then slept badly. Lurched through Tuesday and slept badly again. Zombied through today, but still managed to fulfill all three evening commitments. Hope I sleep well tonight.
The special collection was something about which I had mixed feelings, incidentally. Dublin City Council sent around a list of the sort of thing they would take away (furniture, carpets and so on), and I was iffy about it becuase I knew it would all most likely end up in landfill. But on the other hand, we were in point of fact drowning in a sea of beds and chairs and sofas, having acquired several large items of furniture in the last month. So I swallowed my principles and set the stuff out on the kerb. And lo and behold, not twenty minutes later, along came a Private Citizen and began loading our erstwhile belongings into an unmarked van! No landfill after all! (OK, so he was probably a junk dealer. But still. There's hope.)
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ailbhe, whose inhabitant is being unconscionably lazy about emerging. While the subject was uppermost in my mind, I took a deep breath and finally started reading the bits about labour and delivery in my pregnancy books. Mostly I feel fine about it - in fact, I'm much more squeamish about pain relief than about the physical ordeal. (The epidural: they stick a needle into your spine.) The one bit that did stop me in my tracks was in a list of tips for the pushing stage (I paraphrase): "try to focus on the abdominal muscles when bearing down, and don't grimace too much or you may end up with bloodshot eyes and bruised cheeks". So. Quite a bit of effort, then? Yeah. (Eep!)
Meanwhile, Anna Kournikova has sent me e-mail offering me girls with big breasts. I never knew she cared.
The special collection was something about which I had mixed feelings, incidentally. Dublin City Council sent around a list of the sort of thing they would take away (furniture, carpets and so on), and I was iffy about it becuase I knew it would all most likely end up in landfill. But on the other hand, we were in point of fact drowning in a sea of beds and chairs and sofas, having acquired several large items of furniture in the last month. So I swallowed my principles and set the stuff out on the kerb. And lo and behold, not twenty minutes later, along came a Private Citizen and began loading our erstwhile belongings into an unmarked van! No landfill after all! (OK, so he was probably a junk dealer. But still. There's hope.)
I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for updates from
ailbhe, whose inhabitant is being unconscionably lazy about emerging. While the subject was uppermost in my mind, I took a deep breath and finally started reading the bits about labour and delivery in my pregnancy books. Mostly I feel fine about it - in fact, I'm much more squeamish about pain relief than about the physical ordeal. (The epidural: they stick a needle into your spine.) The one bit that did stop me in my tracks was in a list of tips for the pushing stage (I paraphrase): "try to focus on the abdominal muscles when bearing down, and don't grimace too much or you may end up with bloodshot eyes and bruised cheeks". So. Quite a bit of effort, then? Yeah. (Eep!)Meanwhile, Anna Kournikova has sent me e-mail offering me girls with big breasts. I never knew she cared.