You alright Drew?
rs tickets.
not going to brighton.
running out of fags.
kicking things.
pondering whether to go down the Police station to report an assault
Walking up Chapel Carn Brea, listening to a cuckoo, watching a hawk hunting. This is a bit of the view towards Lands End:
One of them is back atm as he's picking up clothes for a trip to London on Weds. He's got me a drink and fetched my painkillers from upstairs I'm determined to get in the shower Oooh! And he's put the telly on for me so I am no longer lonelymadz.
are the madzlings not there to fetch yer pills?
me:
getting to and from kennington (thanks zenie!)
feeling hungry
hoping the bread hasn't turned feral on us
having a bit of a bleh too.
The shower isn't happening Maybe tomorrow. I hate feeling this fucking helpless The worst bit is when mr madz has gone home and he's locked all the doors and that but I can hear loads of noises downstairs and on the farm. Last night there was loads of bangng but I couldn't get up to see what it was.telly, painkillers and internets
g'luck with the shower!
Moving all my furniture around. I think I like it
In short finding the silver linings...
In short finding the silver linings...
I used to always be moving my furniture around. Some smartarse once told me it's cos I wasn't happy 'in my self'
I replied 'actually, I'm just trying to make the room look bigger'