Okay, so, yes. I do realise that my blog is now about fruit, and flowers and boring garden things. Or about my dog.

Sigh.

I could blame being sick (which I have been this WHOLE week – If you’ve been following my tweets no doubt you’ve heard all about it). I could blame being busy (which I also have been; Organising the Hen’s party for tomorrow (woo!), redesigning Rarg all over again, and oh, did I mention being sick?). I could blame just not caring (which is kinda true, because I don’t care that flowers and feijoas are boring subject matters).

But I shan’t. It doesn’t matter, really. I WAS excited about all those things (enough to go ‘fuck, I haven’t posted in ages! Quick – think of something to say!’ and to post about them). Besides, the alternative is I get a better life (one that doesn’t revolve around how my stomach is handling whatever I fed it), or I start using my blog to write lists mocking the people I dislike (“I’m not very clever, but I shall spout whatever my boyfriend says, because my main goal in life is to please him!”).

But flag. I don’t want to publicly share how some people manage to bug the shit out of me (particularly because I suspect they read this and then I might actually have to explain to them how horrible they are). And I don’t think my body is suddenly going to love me and decide that being sick is for other people. So how about this, then?

I went on a walk, out at the Waitakere Ranges. I shouldn’t have, because I was sick. And now I’m even MORE sick, it’s just ridiculous. But I was determined to DO something on the long weekend, so I went on this walk. I did, however, pike on Reverse Canyoning and a trip to Goat Island in the name of sanity. Perhaps next post will have something of interest in it.

Guess you’ll have to wait and see :P