my brain is a bit mushy from panadeine forte. all mush and not much pain relief for my hand. it took a concentrated effort to drive home just then. and i am so ready for bed.
speaking of bed, i put paper and a pen next to my bed last night to write stuff i think of as i go to sleep, and wrote lots down. but forgot about it when i woke up. so none of it got done. talk about defeating the purpose!
thinking about trust. and respect. i find it hard to respect people i don't trust. or find to be unreliable. i guess they are things that are important to me. and i feel let down if people don't measure up to that - being trustworthy and reliable. good thing God is both those things. or He'd be in a whole lot of trouble.
i'm also finding it a bit difficult setting up house and it not being neat and tidy yet. things aren't put away - generally because i don't know where they should go. they don't have a home yet.
also our fridge is only a freezer. thats not much fun. i hope the margarine and cheese don't get angry from being frozen for a week or so.
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