Back to the real world

[deathpixie]

So, back to work after four glorious days of not being back at work. Le sigh.

Still, it's quiet, I have a couple of specific chores to work on, plus the endless filing of doom, and there's a pot of tea on my desk nicely relieving the vague headache/fuzziness. And I managed to sleep through people coming home from band night last night (I piked early on account of falling asleep in my corner), by virtue of having the earplugs in. I woke up sometime in the wee smalls to take them out again, but hey, that was all me.

And the zombie murder victim dream that woke me. *shudder* Evil brain. *stabs it with a fork* I've had bad dreams on and off for the last week now. Apparently my subconcious is not happy and going for obtuse. :P

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And to close, a little Christmas tale.

Back when I first became single, on my first trip to Melbourne after the breakup, I found myself in the Queen Victoria Market, wandering around and enjoying the concept of having nothing particular to do and plenty of time to do it in. I passed by one of the many jewellery stands and stopped, idly looking at the shiny, and a particular necklace caught my eye. Plain silver chain, pendant with a blue stone held by two dolphins. It was pretty and I really liked it and it had been many, many years since I'd last worn a necklace regularly - the ex was pretty contemptuous on the subject of jewellery. So I bought it, and I wore it, constantly, for the next six years.

Then, back in September or October, the chain broke. Irreperably. To be expected, with a cheap market-bought chain. But it breaking really affected me. The necklace was a symbol of my freedom, of me having the ability to make my own choices without letting someone else dominate me. I put the pendant aside and told myself I would replace it at some point, maybe when I was in Australia and at the market again. Only I turned out to be chronically broke for that trip and couldn't afford a replacement, nor could I when I got back. The pendant sat in my jewellery box, chainless.

Cut to Christmas morning, and opening presents with possibly one of the worst hangovers I've had in my life. Mindy's given me two: the first is a t-shirt with the Japanese kanji for 'strength' on the front. The second is small, and she warns me to be careful opening it in case I lose it. Inside is a silver chain. No pendant. I'd told Mindy my story of woe and she'd remembered and gone out and found me a new chain. She understood the concept of personal talismans.

I'm wearing it now, with my dolphin pendant. It felt a little odd for the first day, having something around my neck again, but that didn't last long. The thing that was missing is now back.

Comments

[seraangel.livejournal.com]

I've been having seriously weird nightmares myself. Mine appeared to be sharing a house with a number of seriously odd flatmates and having one called 'Vincent' fall to his death because another flatmate with a seriously weird vibe was wandering around at night. Which followed breaking into inappropriate laughter and saying "We'd better not tell Steve that someone died in his bed" when he got back.

I don't want to know what my brain is trying to tell me with that one.

[hopeness.livejournal.com]

Yay for Mindy and her monkey socks!

[dumbphilomel.livejournal.com]

Yay for Mindy! That's an amazingly thoughtful gift. :-)