Am still essentially recovering from New Years- not all as a result of excess debauchery. A lot of it has to do with the fact that so many things get put on hold, so the time around New Years becomes a bizzare limbo-ic time… The rest has a little to do with excess debauchery. Although, may I state, I managed to drag myself up to meet friends for vegetarian fish at 8pm on January 1, after attempting to crash at noon (unfortunately I only got an hour’s worth of sleep before I got up to clean the balcony in a daze… and then forced myself to sit through half a season of Black Books in an attempt to not fuck up my body clock… even though clearly- I already had. Clear thinking Jen? Oh yeah), which I believe proves my general almost grown up soberness.
The subsequent trip to go check out the Myer Christmas windows, and their strange little human ‘Munjoos’ may prove otherwise, but it was a feat nonetheless. Debauchery or no, I honestly had what turned out to be one of the best new years I’ve ever had thanks as usual to the lovely presence of my little B and, later, S (Bel and Sohi, not um, BS). I then ended the first day of the year with a good long talk to sis, which I really needed. She assured me my new year messages on her machine were not at all “queer”, which again, I say- “sober!”. I take these as a sign that this year is going to be fucking fantastic. To many more snuppings!! *clink*
Note:
In Bella language: Snupping: to greet the sun (a play on the term ’sun up’)
In Sohi language: Munjoo: a Camel
Oh, the things I could tell you about Bella/Sohi language…
