It isn’t right that I should leave a reasonably enjoyable Bible study, burst into tears and cry all the way home.  But that’s what I did tonight.

Welcome to adjusting your medication!  I’ll be your host…

Have only gone up another half dose.  Am into the second week.  Every day is characterised by varying degrees of nausea, headache, dizziness, general lethargy and the feeling that everything is slipping out of my control.  Apparently it takes about three weeks to stabilise.  I really hope that’s true because I don’t think I can manage much more of this.  I’ve been asked whether I’ve noticed my mood improving, but I honestly can’t tell because I’ve been feeling so physically sick.

And so to bed.  I just hope that tonight my neighbours don’t start hammering in the kitchen at 1.45am like they did last night.  And these aren’t even the nightmare neighbours who fight, these are just the strange insomniacal Chinese neighbours.  Sometimes around 11pm they conduct loud and dramatic Cantonese conversations in the kitchen or bathroom, where the sound is amplified and seemingly aimed directly into my bedroom.  But last night’s hammering was a whole new stage of ‘wuh?’

Trust me, they smell incredible.

The observant among you (and those not using an RSS reader) will have noticed I’ve finally got around to the blog redesign.  Am still playing with things, but generally it’s a lot more me than the plain grey boxes that have graced the site recently.

The main inspiration was stumbling across these fantastic Steampunky photoshop brushes (her art is also quite delightful).  I’ve developed a sudden liking for dirigibles - I think it might be the word ‘dirigible’ that clinches it, but mainly I like the whimsical nature of them (see down the bottom of the page).

And that’s what the site name The Procrastinatrix is all about.  The nature of the blog has changed a bit since I started it as The Laundrette, when I was a lot more ranty.  I’m still ranty on occasion, but now my writing’s more about thinking about bigger things and at the same time delighting in all the bits and pieces that snag my attention throughout my meanderings.  I wondered for awhile whether championing the cause of procrastination was subconsciously damaging to actually producing anything.  But I have come to terms with that (heh), and see it more as a necessity.  Sometimes the best ideas creep in unnoticed while you’re absorbed in something else…

And then sometimes, I’m just procrastinating.