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[10 Jun 2007|12:08pm] |
i'm leaving for thailand tonight, and i've decided to skip law camp. also i've been having nightmares, and in the dark every towel, chair, bag and magazine in the room takes on a face and personality of its own. i need a haircut, and i skipped church in the morning so my mum is making me go in an hour or so. i'm tired, and these days all i want to do is curl up around a big, firm pillow, and stay there, motionless.
i want a thick, hot and creamy cup of tea; i'm rapidly developing a ten cup a day habit, and i love my tea in the oddest muddy orange-brown shade, not the sickly pale brown my maid makes. in j's words, i'm a 'chaindrinker ah soh (= middle-aged lady?)', and i'm doomed.
i'm looking forward to going on picnics with friends before they disappear all over the world. i want grass stains on my knees, epic battles with ants, good food and drink, and good company. it will do me good. there are dresses begging to be worn to spacious lawns and on balmy evenings by the lake, feeding swans. the thought alone is rather poetic. i need to stop fantasizing and get things done and out of my way.
the next five years will be hell, i know it already.
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