Deconstructing Sarah

1. The tonsilitis that I thought plagued me was diagnosed as glandular fever. Goody. I suppose that explains the serious melancholy of the last post - and since I have been in bed growing restless and crazy. It's amazing where the mind takes you when your company has been countless episodes of Law & Order and your nuclear family. I love them, but I need to go out, man!

2. It's quite pathetic when you watch Foxtel over and over and realise that you've already seen the episode of Law&Order/Crossing Jordan/ Law&Order:SVU etc etc. I watch way too much television. Which brings me to

3. I think I hate the way glandular fever affected me because it produced a concentration span of a goldfish - I became quickly bored with television/movies/conversations - to the point that I had no energy to read. I couldn't READ! What good use is an editor-in-training who can't read?!?! I felt helpless and quite miserable for a time there.

4. But now I'm over it. The misery. The self-sorrow. I'm slowly getting better and realise that getting better takes time. A lot of time. Which I've never quite disciplined myself to take. To the detriment of my health. And I chase my own tail and the never ending vicious cycle produces me with more ailments (which I am confident I can overcome) and well... I'm not making any sense anymore. I'm up past my bed time.

5. I like lists. To be specific - I like lists of words. Perhaps a forthcoming posts will be just that. But not numbered. I do not number my word lists.

6. Is vulnerability an art? Can it perceived/decontructed/theorised as art? The ability to expose oneself - one's fears, one's weaknesses, one's neurosis, one's strange habits - does that take courage? And to what degree do people show and conceal these vulnerabilities? Is one able to tone a certain weakness down, or keep it in check, consciously? What strength does that require?

7. Who reads this?

8. Do I care?

9. I think I do. And I had to answer that because nine is my favourite number in the 1-10 range, and so I must have nine points. None have to make any sense. But that's ok. This is my blog. And I'll write what I want to.