Sep 29th, 2009
Week 8 - Thursday
My period must be due because I am getting my ‘third eye’ (an enormous blind spot between my eyebrows). I don’t know why they are called blind spots because you would have to be blind not to see the fecker. Maybe I should paint it with nail varnish in style of a bhindi.
Anyway sometimes I get weepy when I am due on and other times I have an awful temper. I think it depends whether it’s the left or the right ovary.
Rex rang me at work to ask me if I could do some hair modelling for him as he is doing a hair show and he wanted to show the best example of his straightening treatment from Japan. I said I would do it as long as my make up could cover any future menstrual spottage. He said his best make up artist would take years off me by applying Smashbox mineral foundation. I told him I have been using Clinique foundation and loose powder since I was seventeen.
He said “Carla, it is so eighties pet, anyone who is anyone is using minerals.” I agreed to keep him happy. It is this Saturday night and he said Manda and Gus are coming to support him (he narrowly missed the trophy last year ).
Work relatively quiet although Manda assures me that the itch has subsided. She said she is definitely a new woman and that if Gus doesn’t find out about her venereal disease episode, she is going to try and make things work with him. I told her he has probably had infections himself in the past but she covered her ears and said she and him were a fresh start.
Finished my packing and am moving to Manda’s tomorrow night. We are going to have a girly night to celebrate my moving in. Am really looking forward to it but I shall miss my own bed that’s for sure. I paid a small fortune for my mattress as it’s half sprung and half memory foam.
My mum said she is going to buy a memory foam pillow for dad as he keeps forgetting things.
Looked up Mark’s injury on google and it said that he will be in pain for months. It’s a shame as I was thinking about booking us for a weekend away to make up for disastrous barbecue weekend. It’s my birthday in two weeks so it would have been a nice treat.
Oh well the last night in my own bed. Won’t be able to wear some of the normal flannelette jim jams I normally wear as Manda would never let me live it down. Am only going to take three pairs for the fortnight. Manda has a utility room with a washer/drier so will be fine.
I am going to pay Manda for my keep as well. I know she struggles with the mortgage on her own.
Night night walls, night night my cosy bed.
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