I woke with blood in my mouth and to the sound of my father bashing the blinds.
Must’ve had a nosebleed whilst half-asleep, it happens sometimes. Being a very warm day, it took some time to get it to stop.
I have officially stooped - and reached - levels of depravity that surpassed even my wildest expectations: today, I had my first liquid breakfast. Well, I was feeling pretty lazy, and even more depressed than the day before and it was better than nothing. Why can’t we have all our meals in liquid form? I’d be much less likely to skip or avoid them.
After yesterday’s browsing through those silly book lists on Lists of Bests, I decided to find my copy of Marquez’ One Hundred Years of Solitude. In my bedroom, there is a plastic storage box with a sealed lid that houses an insane number of books. Not all of them are mine - my old uni friend/housemate gave me a bunch of books just before she moved to Germany. Some were what I’d bought brand new in England in 2002. Others I strained to recall from whence they came.
There were some pearls - a book on the history of cannibalism (?!) - that belonged to my friend. A copy of Kafka’s The Trial. Marlowe’s plays, Agatha Christie in French, an anthology of Japanese poetry. Strangely enough, I didn’t find that which I searched for. Not even this Halldor Laxness novel I know I had. After looking at the list of Nobel Prize winners for literature, I’ve decided that I’m even less well-read than previously thought.
I had this stupid idea that I wasn’t going to take my medication. I’d completely run out and decided to sleep the entire day. That really didn’t work out so well by about the third hour when my body started nagging me. I couldn’t stop shaking and eventually my folks had to go and pick my prescription up for me.
I did say stuff it to the mood stabilisers, which I can get next week. I figure my poor liver could do with the break. Bah, forget Marquez; why not start The Trial anyway? It didn’t take many pages to conk me out. Ugh, I hate it that reading ’serious lit’ has a soporific effect on me - more so when I feel down.
After waking up from the Kafka-induced sleep, I tried practising a little. Yea, I suck even less! My posture has improved too; my torso muscles ‘pull’ me to sit upright instead of slouching - this is also a good sign.
Sorry this lately has been Book Blog. It’s only day 19 of NaBloPoMo (that sounds like a ridiculously naughty word, hee hee hee!) and ‘Brag Because People Pay Attention To My Writing’ Blog. Er, actually that’s a good thing, innit?
Oh, and the PR Apress person got back to me and said they will cite me appropriately for my esteemed review (I’m taking the piss out of myself there, they didn’t use that word. Ha! as if). I’ll also be putting up my BC stuff on a fellow BC colleagues’ website which is also exciting. Might even be under my name…shock horror!
