The week in Self-Conscious Posturing History (May 20-27)

Another one of these! I am trying to get to bed early at the moment to prevent any glandular fever relapses, and between early nights and having to work (ugh) I have basically no blogging time. In the weekends, I'm sleeping in to prevent glandula fever relapses, FYI.

I actually feel a little less self-conscious about this lot. Either my exercise in acceptance of proto-Sarah has worked, or these are generally less embarrassing. The Sarah the Muffin Thief entry I remembered as being an early (2005) triumph, and it is actually a lot better edited than - ahem - most of my blog posts

Also, I keep thinking it will take less time than writing something from scratch but I spend forever fixing the formatting on posts past - a bunch of them seem to have had their formatting screwed by Blogger at some point or other.

Is it for this that I cowdled thee as a mommet?

It was in May 2009 that I discovered how much I loved Stella Gibbons' Cold Comfort Farm. A truly great moment.

2010

• In which I bemoan my knee. And then suck up the moan and get on with it y'all - actually, I think the injured knee was the final straw when it came to my derby injuries.

2009

• I have been doing things - an early post about craftiness.
• Blah and urgh - read about me having a shitty day

2008

• Things I would do if I was in Europe - shamelessly promoting Urbantramper.
• What I have eaten - the week in review - includes my scone-dough pizza base recipe, never boring.

2006 

All of these posts were written while I was living in Melbourne and struggling with my (very formative) depression.

• My desire for tofu knows no bounds and Oprah get your hands off my spirit - mm tofu.
• Today is Wenerei
• Dance magic dance - features too much info about someone else's medical condition.

2005

• Tumeke!
• Sarah the Muffin Thief - AN EARLY TRIUMPH?!
• Flooding in Whakatane - an account of a pretty great interview I heard on Radio New Zealand.
• Green Peanut and You - this post is partially about my love of wasabi peas, and partially about swimming with jellyfish.
• Whoop! There it is - I was thinking about this the other day, and if the doctor told me I had the Hundred Days cough, I just had regular whooping cough, right? That's what the Lower Hutt community paper told me.