sucrer les fraises – to be senile, crazy (lit: to sugar the strawberries)
Another shopping day. Another day of running around shop to shop then running back to collect the handbag you left in the changing room (thankyou to the lovelies at Pop for saving it). Pretty much set for Australia now – who’s getting bored of me going on about it? *raises hand*.
Another slightly bizarre mood. You can always tell how I am by my voice. Slow and slurred points to depression, racing and trippy will be a high. I’ve been slurring at speed all day.
This can only be short, because I have things to do. Lists to write and rewrite. And I have a busy day ahead tomorrow. S for coffee in the morning then the girls and my old english teacher for lunch. I should probably go lie in bed soon. Blah de blah. I’m not tired. Not at all but the thoughts come so quick and my fingers are too slow so this is invariably frustrating.
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That does sound like a buisy few days. Hope things go well. X
Everything sounds very frantic and busy in your life, so in some ways it is only to be expected that you’ve gone a bit hyper!
I hate it when you’re brain works faster than you can type. I always have that problem when I’m writing, which I think is why I type things so much more now.
Take care, xx
Thanks, today’s been much then same but minus the shopping. I’m worried about the plane atm and how I’ll cope. xx