Will You Still...SHADDAP!

 I haven't done much relaxing of late - have had so much work on, professionally and privately. To facilitate some kind of much-needed relaxation, I have taken to lying on my bed and listening to a meditation session. It works; I am nearly always out cold during it. The Faustian payoff here is that I am drowsy when I come out and then later am unable to sleep. The oppressive afternoon mugginess that punishes the town where I live is of no help, either.  As I type, I am seriously considering removing my bra, such is the sweltering discomfort. Whilst I cannot claim to be a Jayne Mansfield, I do not like to go without a bra; I like support. However, I am happy to be unsupported this afternoon if it frees me of some of the mugginess-inspired misery. 

To compound my irritation, I have had the song Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? stuck in my head. This is because my Facebook group are having a theme today of 'future'. Well, tomorrow counts as future, so I decided to post it. Now it's stuck in my head. This song just annoys me at the moment. Don't get me wrong, The Shirelles sing it beautifully. The harmonies are just sublime. However, Fractious Bingells (blame the humidity) just wants to tell the young ingenue narrating this ditty, 'Listen to your Crone, in this case: ME! If you're that worried he's going to dump you, don't pork him! Or, pork him anyway, and OWN IT! Make him your bitch (assuming he consents to this dynamic). But don't bleat and whine, okay?'

The house still looks like it vomited, but we have a gyprocked and painted wall in our dining room, where there was once, just, um, shabby mismatched nonsense surrounding a door-shaped hole. The rest of the room is still to be painted, but the wall that needed gyprocking has been completed, and it I wasn't cutting back on the booze, I'd crack open a beer to celebrate. 

I'm getting closer to understanding appropriate PDF conversion and uploading manuscripts, so hopefully will have a link for you all to click on soon. 

I could go on a rant about the government, but I'm over them at the moment. We all know what is bothering everyone at the moment, and I am bothered, too. Might do a post on this soon. I'm fuming about the State government at present, too. It looks like one of my local TAFE campuses is to be sold. I'm as mad AF about this. More on this soon, too. Watch this space...

Trivia Terrors

 Some time has lapsed twixt last posting and this evening's little tap-tap-tap o'er the keyboard. Part of it is because I've been in something of a lethargic fugue that has depleted me of writing mojo. I'm not sure what's brought it on, but I am happy to place a small wager that constantly working with no time to scratch myself for the past few weeks has played a role somewhere. 

Honestly, what is there to write about of late? Everything is to do with the Covid vaccine roll-out (bring it on!) or else the only other thing I get to see in the news pages I follow is some hack that's been posted online about how best  to get the grime off your grout, and it sends everyone into a tizz. Tonight I saw an article about a lactating woman who has the ability to squirt breast milk from her armpits. I suppose it makes a change from the usual stories about people who have found an error on their shopping docket or a ham-fisted sign in the supermarket and, instead of discreetly reporting to management, have decided to seek their fifteen minutes in a manner that would see Warhol spinning in his grave. 

So yeah, I've been working constantly and attending to uni stuff. I had to resubmit one assessment - honestly, I'm a very passable writer but I'm being let down by my in-text citations - and submit another one. It's left me feckin' exhausted.  

The exhaustion has been compounded by the renovations. They're not being physically carried out by me per se, but living in a house where nothing is where it should be and where one can't move without barking one's shin on a misplaced article of furniture does get tiring. 

The highlight of my life lately has been the weekly trivia games at a local pub. My son and I make a formidable team. We won two weeks ago, and came equal second last week - only to lose the chance to claim a voucher in the rock-paper-scissors decider. One of the 'name the singer' type questions last week was for Total Eclipse of the Heart. The hostess declared the song to be musical magnificence (my alliterative term, not hers), whilst I demurred and said the song was 'grandiose wankery'. I do believe this denouncement made me a little unpopular with the other trivia players, but I stand by my comment. On the bright side, my son and I have amassed $60.00 worth of vouchers for the pub bistro, so I look forward to a super feed when we rock up this Wednesday evening.

Ciao for now.