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Cough cough
Nov. 10th, 2003 10:31 pmWoke up on Friday with a sore thraot which rapidly developed into a cough.
Didn't sleep on Friday night as my throat kept me awake. Felt like I had razors in my throat on Saturday but dragged myself along to the Witchfest (well, I never turn down free stuff, regardless of the state of my health). Saw some interesting talks, and a bit of belly dancing. Wandered about feeling lonely inbetween, which is pretty much all I seem to do lately. Went home in the afternoon as I started to have hot and cold flushes. Got lost in West Croydon on the way to East Croydon (who knows), which was a little rough. Fortunately I ran into a Forbidden Planet and cooed at the pretty dolls before asking how to get back to East Croydon. Got a tram which was exciting. Times my return home perfectly as my mum had been shopping to get me cough sweeties and was parked at the train station. Went home, ate Chinese and lay under my blanket watching CSI. Witchfest write up on my website soon.
Had more nightmares about "House of a 1000 Corpses". My subconscious did NOT like this film, even though i did enjoy it, if that makes sense. Either way, I still keeping waking up at 4am in a panic. Maybe I don't want to be a FishBoy.
So that lonliness thing has been an issue for a little while. Gideon lives 200 miles away and is always having an interesting time by the sound of things. This week he's recording a TV program for the new York-based TV channel. I keep trying to persuade him to come down south but he's having none of it.
When I'm out with people (that's when I DO go out) I always feel a bit of a spare part, and even if i don't it's not as though I feel I can run around flirting with people either because of Gideon, so I sit in this cloud. When I'm at home, I hide in my room most of the time because I can't bare to receive any more verbal abuse from my brother, or my mother's menopausal weirdness, or my dad's lingering grief. As for my sister, well, she just doesn't talk.
I need a life. Quite desperately.
Didn't sleep on Friday night as my throat kept me awake. Felt like I had razors in my throat on Saturday but dragged myself along to the Witchfest (well, I never turn down free stuff, regardless of the state of my health). Saw some interesting talks, and a bit of belly dancing. Wandered about feeling lonely inbetween, which is pretty much all I seem to do lately. Went home in the afternoon as I started to have hot and cold flushes. Got lost in West Croydon on the way to East Croydon (who knows), which was a little rough. Fortunately I ran into a Forbidden Planet and cooed at the pretty dolls before asking how to get back to East Croydon. Got a tram which was exciting. Times my return home perfectly as my mum had been shopping to get me cough sweeties and was parked at the train station. Went home, ate Chinese and lay under my blanket watching CSI. Witchfest write up on my website soon.
Had more nightmares about "House of a 1000 Corpses". My subconscious did NOT like this film, even though i did enjoy it, if that makes sense. Either way, I still keeping waking up at 4am in a panic. Maybe I don't want to be a FishBoy.
So that lonliness thing has been an issue for a little while. Gideon lives 200 miles away and is always having an interesting time by the sound of things. This week he's recording a TV program for the new York-based TV channel. I keep trying to persuade him to come down south but he's having none of it.
When I'm out with people (that's when I DO go out) I always feel a bit of a spare part, and even if i don't it's not as though I feel I can run around flirting with people either because of Gideon, so I sit in this cloud. When I'm at home, I hide in my room most of the time because I can't bare to receive any more verbal abuse from my brother, or my mother's menopausal weirdness, or my dad's lingering grief. As for my sister, well, she just doesn't talk.
I need a life. Quite desperately.
