Posts Tagged ‘breakfast’

On being a groundhog (or Sympathising with Bill Murray)

September 10, 2011

Hamster in a wheel feeling.

Bleary eyed cup of tea.

Out of milk.

Never mind. Have it black. Put the toast on.

Bread…where is the…oh.  Out of bread.

Never mind. Have cereal instead. Pour in bowl.

Shit. Out of milk.

Damn it.

Get in car. Spill tea on dress.

Repeat tomorrow.

Fatigued in the afternoon.

(Fatigued in the morning.)

(Fatigued in the evening.)

Stepping over the mound of unwashed laundry in the bathroom.

Stacking the dishes higher.

Piling the articles to read higher.

Balancing the “to do” list on top of them.

Eating the fridge bare until crackers and canned tomato sound like a reasonable meal.

Still finding time to avoid all basic household tasks and life skills in order to trawl the internet reading blogs.

We’re in procrastination season.

Nine weeks and counting down until…

FINAL EXAMS.

(For third year…obviously not final exams ever.

Because they don’t

actually

exist.

Sob.)

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Blog+Japan+plant love

June 10, 2009
Japan1

From ii-ne-kore

This morning has me hanging out in bed with my laptop (a billion word documents + websites open about respiratory tract infections), tea, toast, a banana + piles of pillows. 

Bronchiectasis gets me depressed. My new blogcrush ii-ne-kore (japanese aesthetic, architecture, textiles, design, homeyness + art) is breaking up the depressing study. Only problem is I can’t seen to get back to dilated bronchi when there are so many beautiful pictures to get lost in. 

 

ii-ne-kore

ii-ne-kore

 

 

Some friends are booking tickets for a few days in Japan after exams. As I can’t afford to go right now, I’m content to wander through blogs like these:

Hello Sandwich

Make it Easy

Make it Easy’s Aron has got me thinking I should get back into houseplants (in a big way). Dutchboy will recoil in horror at the thought of another manic slide into a miniature indoor forest but I can’t help it. Every house we’ve lived in has slowly but surely been taken over by my plants. I love them like children. I still miss my little icelandic poppy that used to flower so prolifically in a rainbow of colours perched on the window of our sunny bathroom in Newcastle. When we moved to Brisbane there wasn’t enough sun + it withered. I was devastated. Dutchboy was happy to have some space back.

I get addicted to potplants. I can’t leave ceramic pots at op shops. I have to buy them. Once bought they look so empty and need to be filled with something delightful + green. 

Something like this:

 

From Make it Easy

From Make it Easy

Which might grow into this:

 

From Make it Easy

From Make it Easy

Then, maybe, I could sit under it with a cup of tea and wax lyrical about dilated bronchi.