I am a rather pathetic creature today. All through the day I had been feeling rather nauseous, convinced it was the result of not having had anything to eat I got myself a fancy pants pastry. A foolish mistake. Though I finished up work delightfully early for a Tuesday evening I was just about to head over to meet some friends for dinner when the nausea became all too real and I was sick, at work! Luckily I managed to make it to the bathroom but even still it was horrid and completely compromised my meal plans. Instead of spending the night munching at the Oathill, (where I am considering having a percentage of my wages paid each month so as to avoid all this red tape) catching up with the crew I find myself getting frightfully familiar with a toilet bowl back at home. The worse thing was I had no one to cheer me up and had to suffer alone at home with nothing but reruns of Friends to keep me company in between my poorly. I have no idea what it was that made me sick but the way I’m feeling right now I have a good mind to avoid all food in the future just in case. When my mother return she is none too sympathetic and insists I suck it up and get the pictures done promising to keep my face out of focus.
As I am unable to sleep my mind gets to drifting and I become lost in nostalgia. This time last year I was living with my lovely Irish friend playing the impoverished student. I am now living back at home with my parents, struggling to become the journalist we were trained back then to be. With all the work I have been doing of late I have been struggling to keep in touch with all my girls and I get sad thinking about last year when we had reams of time to hang out. I am missing my house mate and partner in crime who made things better just by being her. She was cheery, generous, and made a mean cup of tea.
I am also missing my girls from the course and their company. We all clicked right from the start and whenever one of us was having a hard time we would all band together to pick the person up. They were great friends and refused to let me sink into the sadness on too many occasions to count. I once had all the girls round for a meal and I remember us sharing a cheesecake brought by one of the girls with six spoons and no plates. I remember looking round the table and thinking how lucky I was to have walked on to a course where there were such great girls. Stuck here, sick to my stomach and feeling so nostalgic I am near to tears I give myself a mental prod to do more to keep in touch.
- Today’s dress is from my mystery donor. I am not sure where it is from originally but the sender has obviously read the blog as I have previously hinted heavily about wanting to wear a denim dress and whoever it is has sent me two. I may be closing in on whoever it is that is sending me them. I had another box sent last week and another mysterious note was inside. I am making enquiries but hope to have more news tomorrow. Thanks to HP who suggested the letter might have German influences it all helps towards drawing out the donor. HP also said one package addressed to Lost in Notation may have come from one of her lovely friends who live on a military base. If this is you and you are reading thank you so much. Please let me know who you are so I can credit you!