Monday, 16 September 2013
1. Still got the sick, including a stomach ache reminiscent of Peevish's Stomach Cake (remember that? Only for the real hardcore, that one).
2. I still appear to be a useless shithead and have achieved little-shading-into-nothing. I am, however, excellent at self-loathing, so there's that.
1. This book (recommended by India Knight on Twitter. She has ruined me many times over):
It arrived today and it's a bloody joy. I love it. We spent about two happy, peaceful hours drawing this afternoon after school, time we would normally spend winding each other up (them) and snapping (me). I have taught myself to draw a capybara (um, sort of. Shut up) which seems to me a vital life skill:
It doesn't look disapproving enough yet. I'm working on it.
L has, predictably, gone absolutely wild with it.
F is still sitting next to me trying his own capybara as I type, which makes a refreshing change from dominoes/Uno/Last Card (Last Card is just Uno by another name though, I am not fooled)/Mille Godalmighty Slow Bornes.
2. Also, and crucially, SOFA COVER CHANGED. God, it was exhausting, especially as the cover had shrunk a vital 5% and would no longer fit without ripping/swearing/tears. Sitting down is no longer tinged with insufferable guilt at own revoltingness. The changed cover smells somewhat of foxes (no, no idea, blaming the dog), but it is not visibly filthy.
Every morning after I take the dog for a walk, he sits for approximately five minutes at my feet pretending to be the kind of animal who does the whole "faithful companion" schtick, which he's emphatically not for the other 23 hours and 55 minutes of the day. It's strangely comforting. I mean, god knows what goes through his head (dust, confusion, the impulse to lick his testicles) but for these few minutes he does a pretty convincing Greyfriar's Bobby (is that even the right faithful companion? God knows).
Now that I write that, I think I have mentioned it before. Ah well. I will try and do better tomorrow (ha).