E-duff is E-duff

I have now got to the point where I have had e-duff. E-duff of constantly trying to drink enough fluids, e-duff of trying to get lots of rest and keep myself warm. And the most frustrating thing is that it has all been over a weekend where I had so many things planned. Sat wondering about what is going on where I am supposed to be, the alcohol being consumed without my fair share! I hate not being part of it! So although my night last night was filled with High School Musical marathons, Eurovision (congrats to Norway) and Britain's Got Talent fun, I couldn't help but wonder what everyone was doing, what was happnening and how it was going at the party I was supposed to be at.

The worse thing, just to make matters worse: I wake up this morning feeling chipper, and with a slight bunged up feeling and most of the virus disappeared wishing that somehow yesterday was today, and today was tomorrow. Ever got that feeling?!

As I sit here watching Hangover TV, I can't help but think that e-duff is e-duff, not only with this cold virus thing, but with my life, I need to sort this out. There are things to be changed, and I am going to do it. I have to sort these things out. The countdown has just begun, and the challenge has begun. Just wait and see, I'll update you soon. xxx

The Mid-twenties crisis

I have heard the urban myth that people have the mid-twenties crisis, and never thought it to be true. But today I think I do. This career path I have chose, I was so certain I wanted to take, but now I am not so sure. There are so many other things I have started wondering about. So many other opportunities that I could possibly take. Bad timing in this climate I know. And that is why I am trying to keep them all surpressed. I love my job at the moment, I really do, a great job, and great charity, and great colleagues. I love it, but something has to change. Maybe it isn't my job, maybe it is something else. My life is all topsy turvy at the moment, I am so close to sorting it, it is causing me to itch. No kidding, I am physically itchy! But something is really not right, something wrong, I have got to do something about it. I have to think about things properly, think things through, things that I thought i had sorted, maybe i haven't quite got there. I don't know. Any ideas anyone!!!!

And now as I sit here writing this, I have a complete nutcase kitten bolting around the flat... I am glad I am not the only one with insomnia. I am so sick of not sleeping. Grrrr. Ohhh the frustration. Mid - twenties crisis' - seriously, why on earth do we have them??? Are we on the right path? Is it the right thing to do? What if I could be doing something else right now? What is there that i could do better right now? So many questions, but where do you start to find the answers? Maybe Genie might have the answers, she seems to enjoy bolting round the flat like a steam train running down a hill without breaks, the lights are on but nobody is home at the moment!!! If only life could be as simple as that of my Crazy Wildcat Genie.

The friends you have that are of the furry kind. Genie is her name.

As I sit here in bed, feeling a bit low, something enters the room...a mad crazy fluffball jumps on my bed. She bombs around the bedroom like a speeding bullet, bouncing and pouncing off every wall and surface she can find. Her name is Genie, and she is my 2 month old British Blue kitten. She has just learned to hunt and pounce and she is fully putting it to the test. Her eyes are wide as dark saucers watching my fingers hit the keys as I type. Mesmerized by everything and anything around her. Her shadow causes her great intrigue, and as she looks at me with those innocent big adorable eyes, she pounces straight on to my laptop and starts chewing the screen. Her tail is flapping from side to side, it maybe human bed time, but for her, she is ready to play. Her bottom wiggling ready to pounce again; this time I keep the laptop away from her pouncing potential. She jumps on to the pillows behind my head, and suddenly like a moth to a flame sees the metal pull chord on my bedside lamp and deicdes that is her prey. She studies it as it glints in the light, and as she slowly lowers her front body, not for a second taking her eyes off her prize, she bats the chord. And it swings so far that it hits the top of the lampshade. Now this was totally unexpected by little Genie, and the crack of the lampshade makes her jump and skid under the covers. Ten seconds later this is forgotten and she comes bounding out ready to hunt another unsuspecting inanimimate object.

Animals are funny ol' things, I think as she pounces once again at the laptop, this time with not so much feline grace as she thuds in to the back of the screen!