50 posts tagged “iphone”

My legs throb like I've been standing on them for the last twelve hours. Oh wait... I HAVE been standing on them for the last twelve hours. Comfy shoes with good soles, padded socks- you'd think they'd help but uh-uh. My legs still ache like I've run a marathon. Ok, a half marathon. I've been lazy this week. No walking or exercise because I've been feeling kinda crap (stupid because walking makes me feel better but anyway) so my legs are in shock after their return to the world of work and stairs and lifting. A bath usually helps- it didn't tonight. A quick rubdown usually works but not tonight. Bed is the only option but just as I feel them calming, they start being all twitchy and achy again. It sucks. Maybe I should chop them off for temporary relief. Just my luck I'd get phantom limb syndrome or whatever it's called, and still not be able to sleep lol. Ah, you twitchy little *****. Go to sleep already.

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We've played poker and eaten pizza, and now it's nearly 1am. Everyone is still up for rocking out with a little Rock Band and I just want to sleep. Maybe not sleep, just escape the noise and social-ness of it all. The bass is down low and it's still shaking the walls. My poor neighbours! I've snuck up to bed without any fuss and it's a little less headache inducing up here, but silence would be nice, or just an anti clockwise turn on the volume dial. I'm feeling a little unsociable right now- can you tell? Lol :)

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I couldn't resist watching White Christmas. If you take the theme song out of the equation, it's not really that Christmasy a film. I just wanted to watch it for the feel of the film. Good old fashioned storyline, memorable songs, cosy feel to it. I really love this film.

I like the fact that men sing like men in it. Deep, rumbling, manly voices, as opposed to the whole 'falsetto is cool' thing that's going on nowadays. I like men to sing like Bing Crosby. He does it perfectly.

The movie reminds me of my grandfather. Especially the song at the beginning. "We'll follow the old man wherever he wants to go... Because we LOVE him..." My grandfather used to mimic Danny Kaye to make us laugh when we were younger :)

Back to it. You can't beat the feel-good factor it brings.

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Tone doesn't have the same week off as me, which means, even though I don't have to be, I am awake at 7am. Yesterday, I eventually made myself go back to sleep but, as a consequence of too much sleep then, I can't get back to sleep now. It's a long day of watching tv if I don't get a couple more hours in! Ok, that's kind of a joke as I do have lots of things to do today- mostly paperwork and letters to send. It means walking in to town at some point, so I hope the rain holds off.

It poured down for collecting yesterday, and I do mean poured down. Sheets of rain. Soaked through to my socks. I don't like, scratch that, I hate delivering/collecting in the rain. Surprisingly, I really enjoy the door to door sales I do, but the weather can be a bit of a spoilsport this time of year. The early light coming through my bedroom window though is blue- not summer morning blue, but better than yesterday's grey blue. Potentially, the weather might not hinder my day of errands. Potentially.

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I've been AWOL from Vox for the last few weeks. (Thanks to those who noticed). I'm not going to apologise for my absence because, when all is said and done, it's just a blog and a blog is supposed to be fun or therapy or whatever you need it to be, not a responsibility or a pre-requisite. However, I am going to say that even though I haven't been in the right frame of mind to write, I have thought about it and missed it (and my fellow Voxers too). I hope I'm back now, although life is still chaotic so I might have to run off again. But, I am going to try.

It's been pretty crazy in the Davies household of late. Tony started a new job. I start a new job in three weeks time. We've both been working two jobs for the past month and I'll be doing so for the forseeable future. If we get home and eat dinner before 9pm at the moment, it's practically a miracle. If we manage to stay awake past 1030pm, it's just as amazing. Following a break in and a car radio theft, we are moving house next month. When I say it's been crazy here, I really wasn't exaggerating!

We've managed to enjoy a few nights out with friends, some time with family and quality time with each other. But all in all, it's been non stop craziness.

Time to take a breather from real life and relish a much needed week off from work. That's why I have time to catch you all up on the madness of my life. I've also managed to get past page 50 of a novel, something that's not occurred for a long while. You've gotta love a week off of work :)

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On Sunday, I had the worst hangover I can ever remember having. On Monday, I felt worse. Tuesday brought some relief from the high temperature and sleepiness of the previous day. But yesterday and today, I've just felt...weird. The only way I can explain it is by saying I feel... Heavy.

Everything about me is dragging me down. Physically. My head feels heavy. The front of my skull is being leaned on by an invisible thing. My head feels 'blocked' as a result. My chest feels like it's being pressed in. I struggle to breathe every now and then. This sensation coupled with the palpitations is interesting. My ears ping and the bridge of my nose is under some sort of pressure. It's sinuses, right? But it doesn't feel like sinus issues I've had before.

Big sigh. I wish it would go away. I wish somebody would just lift it off me (whatever 'it' is). Like I said, ill isn't what I feel; weird is the description. Kinda numb and listless and heavy and uch.

Back to work tomorrow though. My boss hasn't phoned today which makes me think she's pissed off with my sick day. That should be fun to deal with tomorrow. Urgh. Something else to add to the heaviness.

God I'm in a stinking mood. Got PMT much, Michelle? Um, yeah.

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Not the film though. This hangover is all real. Believe me. I can feel every little pinch and twist of it.

Last night was good. Alcohol fuelled. Sambucca. Yum. Today, I am suffering with a real hangover. I'm usually lucky. I can drink lots and only ever feel tired and mildly hungover. This is possibly the culmination of all those escaped hangovers from years gone by.

I actually feel like I have full blown flu. I can't breathe properly; my nose is blocked and my chest is wheezy. My mouth is dry despite having drunk my own weight in liquid today. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is quenching this thirst. My head has gone from feeling like I've been punched in the back of the head to oh my god someone's tapping continuously inside my skull. Even my teeth hurt. Tony just opened a bag of crisps downstairs and it physically made me wince because every sound is amplified through the hangover haze. My chest muscles ache, as do my biceps and neck muscles. My heart keeps having mini palpitations. And my eyes won't stop watering. I look like I'm constantly crying.

It's hard to believe that alcohol is the cause of all this. Maybe I actually do have the flu. I guess we'll know tomorrow. Tune in then for the next installment of Michelle's Moans. It'll be equally as riveting, I'm sure. (insert hungover sarcastic smilie here).

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Work, work, more work.

Sleeping by 1030 every night.

Must have lost weight but haven't checked.

Financial family crap.

More job apps.

Cinema with sisters. Time traveler's wide- sobbed for hours.

Brochure delivering for extra cash.

Burglary- took purse (which was empty!), took tenner from table, left xbox, tv and laptop. Dumbest burglar ever.

Indian restaurant with 1/3 of Poker Posse.

Cards and beer tonight.

Summary: shite week. Can't wait for it to be over. But, thinking positively, it could have been a whole lot worse. Thank goodness for family x x

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What did I do before the Internet? How did I cure my boredom? Books. But why did books seem so much better back then? They were firsts then. The first pieces of thriller or romance I'd read. The first good poetry. The thing about books for me now is that I can't find that same thrill in reading one. I can't find really great books that have the same effect on me as my firsts. I rarely find a book that I cannot put down until it's complete. I crave that. Everything I read seems drab. That's why I miss the Internet so much! There's always something of interest to read on there, even if it is more social than creative. Man, I need a good book. No, I need a GREAT book to cure me!

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The alarm isn't set to go off for another 25 minutes, but I'm awake for the day. It's sunny, calm, the birds are tweeting. I'm lying in bed. I have this thing where I cannot get out of bed before my alarm. Totally psychological. And silly, really. I mean, an extra 20 mins on my day would be helpful. I could tidy up downstairs, make sandwiches for lunch, wash my hair instead of tying it in a bauble. But, no. I have to lie here until my alarm goes off. And I keep getting sleepier as the alarm creeps nearer. Damn this psychology of mine!

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