I had planned to write a review of Farah Damji's book Try Me but a combination of a frozen right shoulder and arm (probably RSI), a dyspeptic mood and other things has put me off and I'll have to tackle this when I'm better. On days like this, when my volatile Moon in Pisces takes control (MJ was M in P), and my Gemini Sun grows cool, I am capable of shutting this blog down for good and telling the most useful people in my life to go fuck themselves because in the end everyone is dispensable. Oh yes they are. Fortunately, my shoulder is getting better, and I have decided to reprieve blameless loved ones. So you see, even in the course of this brief posting, Madame Arcati's mood can change.
Have I any gossip? So thieving idle media hacks can lift for themselves without credit? I think not.
7 comments:
Try a nice compress full of herbs dearie. It will lift your aches and pains. And remember: Don't try to be nice. It doesn't work.
wow - That was scary.
Is that RSI consequence of use of a whip? Boy, would I hate to be at the other end of it... Get better soon, please.
Are you going to reveal to your readers how you turn into a crossdressing elephant in order for your `frozen` shoulder to thaw?
P.S Hope you like the fruit loaf you old fruit.
Not like Madame to tell the world what she's thinking and feeling, this is most unusual. Just so long as you don't turn into Bridget Jones's Diary.
I saw what you wrote on Twitter about journalists. You should review their work more. I love it when you tear them apart.
I'm sure the hacks would have liked to drown me in the celery soup.
My shoulder is much relieved thanks to a combination of reiki and hot compresses. Whatever you do, don't use the Deep Heat cream. Made it worse.
...sending you well wishes...and being nice does help Anonymouse...though there are exceptions to every rule...right MA...
steph~
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