annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Had a much better day after a good night's pill-induced sleep and getting the zopiclone back into my addicted system. Not the day of unalloyed joy I had somehow been expecting, but a clear absence of agony, either physical or mental. Just a bit meh. Ah well. Meh is an improvement. Dragged myself grudgingly to yoga. Did a load of washing. Hung it out to dry. Brought it in. Weary. Weary of being weary. Need something energising. Or maybe just a bit more sleep. Googled for ideas and came across a singing workshop on Saturday, including these words in its blurb: "The people who come to my workshops are many and varied. Many are � non singers� who were told to mime at school, no one has the right to take away your voice, claim it back now,it�s yours! Others want something light hearted ,and some enjoy the technique, but all are joined by the fun of singing." I was one of those, told I couldn't sing in my first ever week at school after failing to match the note from the piano. One strike and out forever. But I like singing and once did a similar workshop which resulted in my being relaxed enough to carry a tune for several months afterwards. I sing in the car - quite loudly now, after stepfordtart suggested belting it out. It's about four miles from ED, who wants me to go up there, so it's a possibility. Sweet dreams xx
10:46 p.m. - 13.09.11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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