As I was saying...

I was so rudely interrupted by myself and my sudden need for sleep that I didn't even get to write a decent post. I never write such little bitty things as that! Jeez, it's almost something to be embarrassed about. I went to bed and slept another 5 hours and when I woke up, I felt a lot better. I felt well rested and like a whole new woman. I was ready to tackle the world again, which is no wonder if you've slept so little in the past two days and you're finally caught up again.

I can admit to myself now, and see it clearly, that I was manic, and here I thought for sure that it was because of the vitamin pills that I felt so well. I was convinced of that. I think I've gotten over it now, but I still have that happy feeling and if I don't, I'll just go to sleep until I have it back again. I'm playing my music as I type this and as long as I want to listen to music, all is well with the world. I'm listening to dEUS. The best Belgian Rock Group. Yes, they do have those in Belgium, besides having very good beer of which Palm is one of the best. You heard it here first.

My SPN called me to remind me of our appointment and I said I couldn't come because I was manic and that I was asleep finally.That took her aback, because the last time she talked to me I was deeply depressed. She asked me how much antipsychotic medication I took and when I told her she said that we couldn't increase it, which I already knew. I didn't care, all I wanted to do was sleep. I told her that I was seeing my psychiatrist next week, which is good, because she is going on holidays herself now until after New Year's. I hope I'm not going to be like a bouncy ball, up and down. That would be horrible. I hope this was just a big low followed by a big high and that is it. I hope I'm evened out now. I still feel like undertaking things, but in a much slower pace.

My friend Lucienne called me a while ago and sounded very down. I wanted to give her some of my energy, but I am unable to. I can't get her motivated to undertake things and get herself up out of the blues. She has no hobbies except shopping. Which I don't do, of course. I wish!

I have to buy myself a new diary for 2010. I'm already making appointments for that year, but I have no new calender yet. I don't know if I want a calender or a diary. Both have their good points. When I go to buy those new glasses, I will see what they have in that store and make up my mind there. I think I will go for a diary. It's easier to leaf through the weeks and months ahead. I very much liked the one I had last year, but it was sent to me by mistake and was meant for someone who used to live here. I thought that was a fortunate circumstance. Apparently they are not making that mistake this year. Darn!

I have to go and paint now. And then hang up the laundry and clean up my bedroom. These are all incredibly fun jobs which I.m looking forward to very much. Right, and my sister is the Queen of the Netherlands. Maybe I ought to take another nap instead. I'm yawning, so by rights I could.

Have a great day. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. That leaves you with a lot of choices.

Ciao,
Nora

A Smashing Day.

Remind me to always stay on my Temazepam and to never stop taking it and to never get it in my foolish head that I don't need it anymore, because the opposite is true. After having been on it now for a few days, I notice a world of difference and I am so relaxed and without stress that I never want it to be any other way. I actually enjoyed myself today in a very relaxed sort of manner, without feeling all wound up and under pressure to make it a good day, because it just happened by itself.

It started off well enough by being woken by the alarm clock and not minding that one bit and getting myself a mug of coffee and relaxing with it on the sofa while I petted the Überhund. Then I very leisurely got dressed and made up and did my hair and took the Überhund out for his walk in the early morning sunshine. It promised to become a nice day.

I had time for another mug of coffee before I left for creative therapy and to make a supply of cigarettes and then I hopped on my bike without a scarf or gloves and my jacket open and rode it to the mental health clinic. I had time for an espresso there and sat out on the deck in the sunshine chatting to the other people out there enjoying the sunshine and the mild temperatures.

At creative therapy I started on my new sculpture and was so into it that I forgot my surroundings and got very far into the sculpture. People joke about me, because I forget everything around me, including to drink my coffee, which stands there getting cold. I can't not work on the sculpture for one minute. I try, but it is impossible, and when we have our half hour break, I can't wait to get back to it. Regardless, I have to do a lot of finishing touches on Monday,to make it really look good.

I did manage to exchange likes and dislikes with a fellow sculptor about music and dance and art and theater and literature and we decided that we liked a lot of the same things. So that made for an interesting conversation, but I never stopped working. My fingers were busy while my mind was having a conversation.

Then it was home to the Überhund who had to be aired and cuddled and made a fuss off, because I was leaving him again that afternoon.I managed to inhale a mug of Brazilian coffee and make some more cigarettes and then walked to the bus stop without my jacket on and with bare arms, because that's how beautiful the weather was by now. I had to wait for the bus for ten minutes and it was hot in the sun. I wore my sunglasses, so I wouldn't have to squint and get wrinkles by my eyes.

The bus took me downtown to the market square, where I pulled some money out of the wall and from there I walked to the Our Dear Lady Square, where all the tables were occupied, but where my friend Von had managed to secure a table for two in the shade. It was perfect. We spent the afternoon chatting about everything under the sun and people watching.

We started off with cappuccinos, which came with separate glasses with liqueur and whipped cream which you were supposed to tip into your cappuccino and Von didn't want hers, so I had a double shot of that and it was delicious.I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Then Von ordered sparkling water and I ordered Palm beer, which is the beer on tap and I like it best and I felt like getting mellow. It was very pleasant indeed and I had another one, but we nurtured our drinks and made them last.

Then we went to a department store and I picked up four pairs of summery leggings and Von bought a cute top on sale.We spent four hours hanging out together and there was never a dull moment. We check out good looking men a lot, except that she is more serious about it than I am. I just do it for the sport.

I caught a bus back home and was so far away with my thoughts, that I missed my stop and had to get off at the next one, which involved quite a bit of extra walking. The Überhund was quite happy to see me and I gave him a treat for having been so good all the time. Then I had to walk him, or rather, he walked me, because he was very eager to go out.

I bought the leggings the wrong size and will have to go back and exchange them all for a smaller size. Maybe I will do that tomorrow. I thought I was bigger than I am. Oops!

I have sore feet from walking on the cobblestoned streets and am dying to take my boots off. In a minute I will put on my pajamas and put on my slippers.

All in all it was a day well spent and it was a fun day, very relaxed. I am glad I can drink beer and not stand on my head. That means I can do that more often.


Ciao....