Well I made it back from my travels in one piece, which is always nice, and now it’s time to actually start job-hunting properly *tiny sigh*. In order to delay this for as long as possible I’ve been doodle-tastic – designing cards, setting up shop on Etsy, organising market stalls and also uploading some work to zazzle and redbubble. Man, it takes up a lot of time . To be honest it’s a nice way of indulging in something I like without feeling too guilty (it’s entrepreneurial innit) and it might just keep me sane once I get back on the treadmill too (the work treadmill that is, not the other sort, I’m still working off a lot of ice-cream. Damn you Ben and Jerry and your delicious, cellulite inducing desserts ).
So, if you feel like making people look at stuff-they- can -get- you- for- christmas on the internet, experiencing the outcome of summertime hypo-mania by-proxy, or just analysing the extent to which people will go to avoid doing anything sensible, then go and hang out at the slightly rustic (eg. just about holding together) http://www.doonesdrawingroom.co.uk
Anyway, I’m going to make myself finish some application letters now, no doubt I’ll have some musings to share about the whole process along the way.
In the meantime, peace x
Darwin T Platypus – a highly cultural monotreme
If I have been quiet recently (virtually, not in person, much to the dismay of those around me) it’s because I have been out and about with this little chap Darwin, we are currently in Romania and one of us is a little bit sunburned.
Now might be a sensible time to explain about Darwin and his link to this whole bipolar business…stay with me now…
A few years ago my daughter played me a clip from Phineas and Ferb, a Perry the Platypus clip as it happens, wherein Perry remotely controls Dr Doofenshmirtz, resulting in his transformation into coolness. Or something.
Anyway, the point of this, according to my daughter, is that sometimes I am not entirely in complete and total control of my behaviour thanks to the whole bipolarity issue…thus she has decreed that there is a platypus controlling me.
And so on and more tenuous.
But the platypus became a thing and a slightly twee and friendly way of referring to the overtly bipolar times in my life.
So now I have an actual platypus puppet (most romantic birthday gift ever. Truth) who travels about on adventures with me.
Yes I get a lot of funny looks.
So now you know.
My next challenge is to be less weird. Just kidding. Once I’m back home I’ll figure it out.
In the meantime, peace x