here we go ...

I have to maintain my LJ - again at work.

I spent the weekend reading - The New Believers, an interesting tome about New Religions,
Mapping the Mind by Rita Carter, who's quite an advocate of corrective brain surgery and drugs, and Oliver Sacks' An Anthropologist on Mars. I did Neuroinformatics at Uni, but
have forgotten almost everything. Am determined to resurrect my lost knowledge, though.

Originally, I wanted to do some work. But for now, I'm just happy that I'm back to doing sth
productive with my days - read fun books instead of sleeping and daydreaming!

Might have to do sth with the Anti-Candida diet I'm on. I'm slowly getting my groove back.

( Only for the non-squeamish )

Tonight, I'll watch "Slimmers of the Year". Any of you have noticed that I'm obsessed with dieting and weight loss? At least I've stopped buying magazines solely because they promise a miracle diet on the cover - and I've accepted that my bum will always be a British size 12.

Book V has me all dizzy, like the rest of you. I'm really looking forward to that midnight opening - the last without kids (hopefully)

pregancy rant

ok, so Tracey Emin (British artist) is finally ready to have a baby at forty. Her biological clock is ticking. Meanwhile, Jennifer Aniston keeps putting motherhood off for career reasons and because she has some unfinished business with her mother, who she feels betrayed her. Jennifer is, like, 33 or 34. She'll get started in the next two years, she says. Would make her 35 or 36. (Memo to Jen: being underweight doesn't help conception.)

As a 28-year-old who once thought that babies could be planned and timed, I'm shaking my head in disbelief, I really am. I really hope that when these two get down to trying for a baby, they get lucky soon. Because the wait is agonising. My period is due in 2-3 days time, and I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll probably not be a mum at Christmas. I just hope and pray I'm pregnant in a year's time. I'm much better than I used to be, thanks to the support we get from friends and family, but it's still disheartening when the 14-day wait draws to a close and you're yearning to find out if something has implanted or not. Gaaah.