mummy knows best

one long, dreamy day in bed. i got up for a good lunch, re-watched the corpse bride with the flatmates, then crashed until an hour or so ago when my mommy called to give me a pep speech.

i always feel better about myself when my mother puts things into perspective. i keep forgetting that i'm still new at this whole "life" thing, and it does make sense that i'm completely wasted all the time. i just hope i get through this post-prolonged stress syndrome quickly enough to get back to enjoying myself.

and i'm not so agitated about tomorrow, when i have mum's permission to cancel if i'm not feeling up to it. i'd really *like* to be at the circumcision, but the impracticality of busing for two hours and my being unsure of my own well-being certainly detract from what should be a pleasant and enjoyable morning.

i did some shopping, having my accent laughed at by our girl-next-door: the kid says she actually spoke to him about that, it's her only retort for me correcting her hebrew all the time :P

aaaaaaaaand back to bed.