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I am so exhausted today. I just want to sleep and sleep. I haven’t, but I have wanted to.

I got up this morning with an awfully annoying throat. I don’t want to say it was sore, because it wasn’t, but it felt like a throat does when you have a cold. Except I do not have a cold. I just have a throat. (Which reminds me, the other day Jake and I stumbled upon a possible reason for why people say you have a frog in your throat… but I can’t remember what we said! That’ll teach me not to write down our ridiculous conversational snippets)

This morning I sat, with my bed-blanket wrapped around me (more for comfort than for warmth) and watched This Is It. I just wanted to stare at a screen and watch something I could kind of zone out during. Problem with that was, I hadn’t seen the movie since in was in the cinemas late last year, so I was entertained and paying attention the entire time. Maybe I should watch it 3 times in 5 days like I did last time, then I’ll be able to zone out during. Lovely movie, I adore watching Michael dance and sing and just… be.

Journeyed to the post office once Jake was home on his break. I like going when he is home, that way I don’t have to worry about him coming home to me not being here and being possibly confused. (I always leave a note though, a post-it note right over the keyhole so he HAS to see it. But he has missed it in the past …) Plus I don’t have to lock the door, which is nice. I don’t mind locking it, because you just pull shut, but to unlock? Blah, have to touch keys, and even though I have to touch keys at the post office, I’d rather limit my manual exposure to metals to as short a time as possible.

The other day, when I was posting the recipes of the treats I made during the blogathon, I went back a few recipe-entries just to make sure I was using the same format that I always do. And I discovered a recipe, in my own diary, that made me go "ooh, we should try that!" Thai style garlic chicken. It was yummy and so simple. Chicken with big chunks of fresh cucumber in a nice sweet lemony sauce. I love that even though I had no memory of ever making it, I clearly had, so I could absolutely trust the comments in the entry.

The farmer’s market is on… right now. I think. Yep. From our bedroom window I can see the sign outside the library-area that says it is on. We haven’t been in a few weeks, we are getting rather lazy. I know we need vegetables, I just don’t know WHAT vegetables. Plus, we probably won’t eat them before next Wednesday… but it’s such a small little market and I feel like if we don’t go often they will stop doing it. The first year it was held, 2 years ago, we went every week. Last year we were a bit slack and missed a couple of times. This year we have already missed it half the time.

I don’t know why I am so overcome with words right now. Glad I am making the most of it.

Yesterday I BANGED my shin into the stupid metal frame-thing that is on our bathtub. It is there for glass doors but the doors don’t fit with the shower curtain rod there so Russ (the landlord) left the doors off. Which I am glad for, I have showers with the doors, I always feel so very trapped in them. But we are left with a metal thing along the edge that gathers hair and grime and apparently has now decided it wants to eat me. I have a lovely purple bruise and a lump, which I’m rather happy with actually. I hate when I get hurt and have nothing to show for it which is what normally happens. I’m always covered in bruises, but it is for little things that are so little I don’t even pay attention when they happen. So for an ‘injury’ to get an appropriate bruise, I’m happy.

This is my itty bitty plait, which I thought deserved to be an itty bitty photo.  The whole thing isn’t that small, just the end. I got a tad bored during District 9 the other night, so I did what I almost always do when bored or anxious, and started plaiting my hair. If I didn’t have nails I could have done a much better job but oh well.

Jake is home now. He steals my words and turns them into love which then floats through the apartment pretending to be air. Which is why all my long rambly entries now are written in the afternoon. So I am going to go spend time with my husband rather than the keyboard.

I hope you are all doing marvellously well.

Title is what I called Jake last night. I still don’t know what it means, but it is better than "hippopotamus potato"