Things and stuff
I haven't posted here in a long time. That's obvious. That said, I therefore don't know if anyone will read this post, but I guess that doesn't matter, I just needed to write something with the vague feeling that I'm sharing it with other people rather than writing it into a silent void (in the case of writing in a notebook for example). So.
I was watching Mumford & Sons live in Glastonbury tonight and getting really into it with a glass (or 3) of wine. About a quarter of the way through, about halfway through one of my favourite songs (Roll Away Your Stone) dad comes in early (as he's usually footballing and drinkering on a Friday night) announcing that he's off to the hospital. I'm not sure whether he'd be comfortable me advertising this on LJ, but a) he doesn't even know about LJ and b) like I said, I don't know if anyone will read this anyway, so I might as well say he apparently passed blood and wants to get this checked out. As far as we know, this is nothing to worry about. But it could also be a very bad thing too. My brother said don't worry about it, and I'm trying not to, but the last time I laid back and didn't worry about something one of my parents died, so yes, I am worrying.
I asked dad if he wanted me to come with him and he said no, there'll be a long waiting queue, which is true, and honestly I don't want to go to the hospital, but hell, I don't want to make the same mistake as last time when I pretended everything was fine, and sure, everything could be fine, but it might not, and also I'm slightly drunk now so my inebriated mind is probably magnifying things. Point is, I'm just not sure what to feel right now and I'll probably feel like an idiot in the morning and delete this post. Whatever. We'll see soon how this all turns out...
Aside from that, despite not being able to concentrate properly on the rest of the Mumford & Sons performance, they were wonderful and I wish I could see them in person. And I'm looking forward to their new album.
Now I'm off to read the last chapter of Northern Lights so I can keep up with Mark Reads. If I can keep focussed on it. God, it's going to make me cry, isn't it?
I was watching Mumford & Sons live in Glastonbury tonight and getting really into it with a glass (or 3) of wine. About a quarter of the way through, about halfway through one of my favourite songs (Roll Away Your Stone) dad comes in early (as he's usually footballing and drinkering on a Friday night) announcing that he's off to the hospital. I'm not sure whether he'd be comfortable me advertising this on LJ, but a) he doesn't even know about LJ and b) like I said, I don't know if anyone will read this anyway, so I might as well say he apparently passed blood and wants to get this checked out. As far as we know, this is nothing to worry about. But it could also be a very bad thing too. My brother said don't worry about it, and I'm trying not to, but the last time I laid back and didn't worry about something one of my parents died, so yes, I am worrying.
I asked dad if he wanted me to come with him and he said no, there'll be a long waiting queue, which is true, and honestly I don't want to go to the hospital, but hell, I don't want to make the same mistake as last time when I pretended everything was fine, and sure, everything could be fine, but it might not, and also I'm slightly drunk now so my inebriated mind is probably magnifying things. Point is, I'm just not sure what to feel right now and I'll probably feel like an idiot in the morning and delete this post. Whatever. We'll see soon how this all turns out...
Aside from that, despite not being able to concentrate properly on the rest of the Mumford & Sons performance, they were wonderful and I wish I could see them in person. And I'm looking forward to their new album.
Now I'm off to read the last chapter of Northern Lights so I can keep up with Mark Reads. If I can keep focussed on it. God, it's going to make me cry, isn't it?