Dance me to the end of love...

Jul 17, 2006 19:04

I went to bed at 11 last night, only to wake up again at 3 to hear my father falling on a door downstairs, and making his way upstairs with enough noise for a troop of drunken baby elephants. After listening to him faffing around for a few minutes I went and offered my help, and closed his curtains and then had a controlled row. He then fell asleep with the light on, which I went in and turned off at about 5. All of that meant I felt like coming downstairs, and just posting 'Help' on here. Just to see if I got a response. I don't seem to get a response when I post with happiness, so maybe I should whine all the time. That certainly seems to get other people talking to each other.

I did have a good birthday - Pirates 2 was pretty good, although I wish that they wouldn't leave so many questions unanswered, but it was amusing, and fun, so I enjoyed it. I got some good presents (although none as good as my V3i which I adore) including two DVDs from paranoid_blonde (The Italian Job, and Dogma), and one from my Dad which I mentioned in the past. I also bought myself a new jumper (wrap around turquoise) and a new top (boring dark purple vest top) - both of which I was willing to pay for, but both of which my Dad has decided to pay for, as a suppliment to the extremely cool but remarkably cheap mobile phone. And Keith_hood bought me a watch which is nice and unusual, and will go with most of my clothes so I now have something I can wear that is casual. I might add pictures of the watch and clothes if people want to see, otherwise you can just wait until you see me wearing them.

However since my birthday everything has gone a bit wonky. I've had the flu since Saturday so while I'm enjoying the heat, I'm also trying to fight off the sneezes and sore throat that plague me when I'm dealing with the tail end of the flu. I'm getting more and more annoyed with my situation, but everytime I think about doing something to change it, I can't actually think of something I want to do to make money. I don't want to risk being too tired to cope with my father at 3 o'clock in the morning, but I do want to get out there and meet new people. I used to be a social animal, and now that my friends have their lives that have taken them away from me I need to meet others who I can socialise easily with. It shouldn't be this difficult to meet up with the people I care about. And I also need to meet new people to further my love life, which to be honest is a complete disaster area from the get go. With the possible exception of Keith but that was doomed since we're very obviously better as good friends.

*sigh* I'm stuck in limbo. And I hate that.

Oh, and my title comes from a piece of contemporary art. Which I love ...

parent, depression, illness and injury

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