A Zombie Serpent
20/09/2011 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie is seriously considering raiding the stash of very dark chocolate. Been driven literally crazy by a dozen dementors who have been tormenting this innocent old serpent since Thursday 8th. At this stage they are heading for a record. Not a single one of the usual tricks has worked to get rid of them. At this rate will be requesting Stephen King to send one of those icky sticky strawberry pies over as a a means of passing them on to some unsuspecting victim. Or maybe that should be some dark chocolate mud pie.
Tried sitting in the sunshine, reading some interesting books and even planting some Diggers heirloom purple beans. Did that today while listening to the adventures of one Winston Smith who had gone visiting O'Brien to organize the counter revolution. Silly old bugger. He's going to regret that. So now these little critters will be officially O Brien's beans. Let's just hope they don't grow whiskers and little grey tails
Was so tempted to stay curled up in the serpent sack this afternoon but did that half of yesterday and all day on Sunday. Supposed to be on holidays and time is too precious to waste. Problem is though that any attempt to go anywhere or do anything just ends up with an episode of the crazies and slinking back to the lair totally neurotic, claustrophobic and exhausted.
Did go up to peek at the pretty weeds in Kings Park. It was a strange sensation. While being able to appreciate how gorgeous they are and at this time of year they are even more amazing than usual, was still agitated and unable to be in the present moment. The monkey mind is completely in overdrive and will just not switch itself off.
There's nothing to be done but just wait till the beasties have gotten bored with this serpent. And it better be sooner rather than later. The thought of having the big weekend at the Hulbert Street sustainability festival ruined on their account is just too awful. Especially since booking these holidays in order to be able to go to that festival a whole six months ago.
Tomorrow will be the equinox and was supposed to be spending it at Cottesloe beach for sunset and coffee crawls in Kings Park earlier in the morning. Will see what happens. Supposed to be raining and cloudy all day so there'll be no point in trying to watch any sunset if that is the case
It's hard to work out which is the chicken and which is the egg. Is it being run down and sick that makes a critter a tasty tempting target for the dementors or is it their soul sapping evil sneakery that invites the bugs in to follow? The only thing the serpent knows is that they pay a visit with their assorted viruses almost invariably whenever the Izzie is on annual leave. They were a bit early this time.
Had been looking forward to this week a good six months ago and had all sorts of grand plans including a certain Dursley's birthday on Sunday just gone. But the map is most definitely never the territory. Even the attempt to sneak over with a stack of prezzies when she was gone out did not succeed. She decided on that particular day not to go to her usual dancing class. And the day before without ringing or anything she came over to the Lair when the Izzie was out and probably seen half of the presents lying on the kitchen table in various states of being wrapped up with ribbons and bows.
They went out to a restaurant for lunch with a bunch of friends thinking the Izzie would be still at work when they got back.
And now the ma is accusing the serpent of being a secretive sneak for neglecting to mention about our holidays. "But don't they usually start on Mondays?" She still thinks we got sent home for being too sick. Fat chance of that. They'd let you turn up dead as long as you turn up in a zombie incarnation so you could actually do something.
She still thinks the Izzie is lying about the week's holidays. Learnt our lesson the hard way. If the ma is still around for her 80th (which will be on a Saturday) and the serpent is still around too and in the same job, will most definitely not bother taking the day off for the big event.
Tried sitting in the sunshine, reading some interesting books and even planting some Diggers heirloom purple beans. Did that today while listening to the adventures of one Winston Smith who had gone visiting O'Brien to organize the counter revolution. Silly old bugger. He's going to regret that. So now these little critters will be officially O Brien's beans. Let's just hope they don't grow whiskers and little grey tails
Was so tempted to stay curled up in the serpent sack this afternoon but did that half of yesterday and all day on Sunday. Supposed to be on holidays and time is too precious to waste. Problem is though that any attempt to go anywhere or do anything just ends up with an episode of the crazies and slinking back to the lair totally neurotic, claustrophobic and exhausted.
Did go up to peek at the pretty weeds in Kings Park. It was a strange sensation. While being able to appreciate how gorgeous they are and at this time of year they are even more amazing than usual, was still agitated and unable to be in the present moment. The monkey mind is completely in overdrive and will just not switch itself off.
There's nothing to be done but just wait till the beasties have gotten bored with this serpent. And it better be sooner rather than later. The thought of having the big weekend at the Hulbert Street sustainability festival ruined on their account is just too awful. Especially since booking these holidays in order to be able to go to that festival a whole six months ago.
Tomorrow will be the equinox and was supposed to be spending it at Cottesloe beach for sunset and coffee crawls in Kings Park earlier in the morning. Will see what happens. Supposed to be raining and cloudy all day so there'll be no point in trying to watch any sunset if that is the case
It's hard to work out which is the chicken and which is the egg. Is it being run down and sick that makes a critter a tasty tempting target for the dementors or is it their soul sapping evil sneakery that invites the bugs in to follow? The only thing the serpent knows is that they pay a visit with their assorted viruses almost invariably whenever the Izzie is on annual leave. They were a bit early this time.
Had been looking forward to this week a good six months ago and had all sorts of grand plans including a certain Dursley's birthday on Sunday just gone. But the map is most definitely never the territory. Even the attempt to sneak over with a stack of prezzies when she was gone out did not succeed. She decided on that particular day not to go to her usual dancing class. And the day before without ringing or anything she came over to the Lair when the Izzie was out and probably seen half of the presents lying on the kitchen table in various states of being wrapped up with ribbons and bows.
They went out to a restaurant for lunch with a bunch of friends thinking the Izzie would be still at work when they got back.
And now the ma is accusing the serpent of being a secretive sneak for neglecting to mention about our holidays. "But don't they usually start on Mondays?" She still thinks we got sent home for being too sick. Fat chance of that. They'd let you turn up dead as long as you turn up in a zombie incarnation so you could actually do something.
She still thinks the Izzie is lying about the week's holidays. Learnt our lesson the hard way. If the ma is still around for her 80th (which will be on a Saturday) and the serpent is still around too and in the same job, will most definitely not bother taking the day off for the big event.
