( Brief catch up, sticking to promises and gorgeous pic... )

Evening all, how is this Sunday finding you all ( Read more... )

Round up of my day at the Greatest Show in the Galaxy with pics and fangirl excitement, some drivelling about my stupid head (please feel free to skip) and pic of a pretty lady.

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*hugs LJ*

( Random stupid head update )

So, I have given up. Well, not given up, given up, but I have made an appointment to see the doctor next week. I’m flying apart quicker than I can keep holding myself together so decided to get help now then waiting till I really start to hurt myself, a mistake I've made too often.

Ho hum.

Okay, so my head’s a frickin’ mess and I’m having a bad day.

But…

I went to see the Ladykillers last night which was just fantastic - full report to follow - and resulted in meeting Ben Miller again which is always bloody fantastic. I also got to tell Stephen Wight he is my comedy hero.

Then, I only have to get to the end of today and I’m off to Hub. ( Read more... )

My reasons to be cheerful today:

I woke without a headache for the first time in over a week so could actually do stuff.

I sorted out my wardrobe, uncovering things I don't think I've seen since my fience moved out. Feel all acoumplished.

Made an AWESOME dinner. Corn on the cob, steak brushed with a salt, pepper, garlic and olive oil mix I threw ( Read more... )

The crap in my head is pretty bad at the moment and the other day I found myself questioning why I still fight and wanted to just give up. I've been fighting this thing since I was twelve and sometimes I just get so, so tired of fighting and I just want it all to stop. When the bad days outweigh the good it's hard to remember why it's worth ( Read more... )

Things I fail at:

• Not not being sick.
• Double negatives.
• NaNo. Don’t even ask…
• Meeting an earlier than I remembered it being fest deadline. Feel guilty as hell; asking for extension.
• Anything to do with money.

So, I haven’t written anything for NaNo for two days but I sort of don’t care. My brain is in the middle of heading straight for another meltdown; go directly to meltdown, do not pass go, do not collect £200. All I want to do is cry and whinge or veer wildly to the other extreme and get so angry I want to strangle people. However, I am refusing to ( Read more... )