PMS or just edgy?

There are days when I feel wrong.
I wake up with an empty feeling in my... stomach? head? heart? all of the previous actually.
I do the things that I should be doing and yet feel as if I'm getting no where.
I look around me and seem unable to interact properly with anything or anybody.
I go online and see my friends there on MSN or AIM and log on , search my suddenly empty brain for something/anything to talk to them about, and log off again as I can't find a single thing to say.
Even to the people that I wanted to talk to so urgently a second earlier.

So what do i do?

I escape into a book.

I escape into other peoples lives.

So that i can ignore my own.

Maybe one day soon I'll be able to deal with my own life enough so that I dont have to escape anymore.

A week off work.

I actually got around to taking some time off.

About time too.

Not that I've been dossing about doing nothing.

I went to the design museum to see the Vision Aid Overseas chandeliers



and the Alan Fletcher work, and fell in love with this little sweetie

evening haiku

Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.

Shiki, Masaoka. (1867-1902).

A dead chrysanthemum
and yet - isn't there still something
remaining in it?

Takahama, Kyoshi

Christmas

I had to do the christmas window for work because the person who normally does it is off.
Its not bad, but I've done beter.
Still its about 6 or more years since i've had to so i'm not going to beat myself up about it too much.

In other news, I'm off to see my mum on wednesday so expect more Photos.

Postsecret

Every Sunday there are some things that I ALWAYS do.
One of them is check out the new post on the Postsecret site.

And every week i wish I could go and see one of the exhibitons that they have been touring the US with.

So today I'm bouncing at the fact that as of Monday it will be hosted at Foyles in Charing Cross Road.

Guess where I'll be going on Wednesday.
:D