See Ailbhe.
See Ailbhe flail.
Flail, Ailbhe, flail!
Ailbhe flails in a pit of self-pity and gloom.
I need to get up off my considerable arse and eat, drink, finish dressing and feeding the children, remake Linnea's bed, empty and refill the dishwasher, hang laundry and wash bedding, and in general be all productive and useful and stuff.
Wish me luck. It's got to be better than wallowing in misery.
Flail, Ailbhe, flail!
Ailbhe flails in a pit of self-pity and gloom.
I need to get up off my considerable arse and eat, drink, finish dressing and feeding the children, remake Linnea's bed, empty and refill the dishwasher, hang laundry and wash bedding, and in general be all productive and useful and stuff.
Wish me luck. It's got to be better than wallowing in misery.
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Anyway, you need an arse for bellydancing.
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And you have just claimed considering it. As have I.
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I have found a good trick is to do one thing at a time. That way I do not despair at the mountain of things to do!
But it is difficult.
You are good.
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See Diz's arse totally eclipse that of Ailbhe.
See Diz sink into the pit.
Maybe we should wish each other luck.