My Place

Apparently that's what I am.

Cause I'm feeling so wound up and full of tension I just want to dance it all out of me, when I told hubbie this his reply was 'Blues Brothers then'.

Am I that predictable hubbie knows exactly which music I'm thinking of when I want to dance about?

I asked my best friend about this and her text back was 'do you not remember you singing along with T-Rex  while you drove us somewhere a few times' so yes maybe I am that predictable.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing to be this predictable, I mean at least it's always easy to find the cds that'll help ease the tension out of me as I dance about our living room and if it makes me feel better then it must be a good thing to be this way.

There are worse ways to be.

Vehicle insurance, employers liability insurance, commerical combined insurance, contractors all risks insurance, asbestos - ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My head is ready to explode with stuffiness and I just want to run screaming from it all. Too much information and concentration involved and today I'm not the sort of person I should be to go through all of this.

Think if my head was sore from it all I could handle it better but instead it's starting to feel bunged with responsibility and the terror of it all cause that's what it is, terror. No other word for it.

The Big Boss has done it again and left me alone to sort this stuff out. I'm not surprised to be honest, he's good at the disappearing act so I think from now on I won't warn him these people are coming in and just surprise it on him when they arrive and if he's here well and good if he's not well it's something I'm used to.