the Life and Times of Warrior Woman

blonde recluse. nihilarian pronk.

a day like any other day.

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I dreamt of my grandmother tonight.

Today mum brought me breakfast of buckwheat with milk, hot cheese sandwiches, banana, ‘batonchik’, and coffee.  She made a similar one for herself, the only difference being tea instead of coffee.

I went to uni, and was late, because route taxi drivers are on strike.  As I arrived late, I wasn’t allowed to watch the activities in honour of European Day of Languages.  So I basically came to uni for nothing.  I went outside, smoked a cigarette, drank a cup of tea, and went home.

I took the 28th bus home, so I stopped by an English bookshop, and bought myself a birthday present — Pocket Oxford Russian Dictionary.

I have a lot of thoughts in my head, that need brushing.  There’s a huddle of ideas that I want to implement, but on the other hand I don’t want to concentrate any resources or energy on these things, because I’m stupidly scared that the moment I start working on them, any of them, other things, other more important things, will go terribly wrong.

I live with this feeling of dread.

I do not wish to elaborate.

I can only pray to Lord that next year, and many years after that, on my birthday my mother will be able to bring me breakfast in bed once more.  And I will be able to do the same for her.


Written by Alexandra

26 September 2012 at 3:29 pm

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