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It's been a long time since I wrote anything in this shithole.
I woke up at half 5, running to the toilet before my bladder burst and with a mild case of heartburn. Not as bad as when Ant eats those fucking stupid extra hot pepperami things. (Who knew the smell of other people's food could affect your own digestive system?) I've nearly finished my book that he gave me as a present, Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett. Not as funny as I usually find his books, but maybe I'm lacking humour at the moment? Or possibly because the funniest character 'death' was only in this book for about a page.
So my Dad wrote me a dumb email, the usual poorly typed couple of lines of drivel. My step-mum has broken her ankle and had to have it pinned back together. She doesn't cope well on crutches, so my Dad said he's having to do everything and now he knows how I must feel with my mum. Yeah because it's totally the same. I'm sure she spends ALL her time puking all over herself, and refusing to eat, and refusing to go to bed and falling asleep on the toilet or on the sofa with a cigarette in her hand. I bet she falls over because she's so weak, and had a fractured spine that no one even knew about because she's on so many painkillers, and I'm sure her brain's so frazzled and her ears are so fucked from chemo that he has to repeat every sentence he says about 4 times and explain everything and know it will be forgotten instantly anyway.
What a cock. I hope someone steals his frigging sports car and drives it off the edge of the shore into the sea, so it lands on his pathetic 'showing off' boat and they both sink. That would probably cause him the most mental torture, materialistic fuck wit. If I sound angry, that's probably coz I am. Then I only get more pissed off, because I worry that my mood affects the baby. My mum said it's because I think too much, and I always have. But if I stopped thinking - I'd be like her, and that's a worrying thought. Thought. Haha.
I still don't feel pregnant much. Apart from all the crap parts of it, like the sickness, the weeing constantly (the uti I had was a bastard), being tired and having backache and going off sex. Jesus, I'm hardly an advert for the continuation of the human race *smiles*. I like it when Antony talks to the baby though, I know how much he'll love him/her, and if nothing else does, that makes me feel better.
I woke up at half 5, running to the toilet before my bladder burst and with a mild case of heartburn. Not as bad as when Ant eats those fucking stupid extra hot pepperami things. (Who knew the smell of other people's food could affect your own digestive system?) I've nearly finished my book that he gave me as a present, Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett. Not as funny as I usually find his books, but maybe I'm lacking humour at the moment? Or possibly because the funniest character 'death' was only in this book for about a page.
So my Dad wrote me a dumb email, the usual poorly typed couple of lines of drivel. My step-mum has broken her ankle and had to have it pinned back together. She doesn't cope well on crutches, so my Dad said he's having to do everything and now he knows how I must feel with my mum. Yeah because it's totally the same. I'm sure she spends ALL her time puking all over herself, and refusing to eat, and refusing to go to bed and falling asleep on the toilet or on the sofa with a cigarette in her hand. I bet she falls over because she's so weak, and had a fractured spine that no one even knew about because she's on so many painkillers, and I'm sure her brain's so frazzled and her ears are so fucked from chemo that he has to repeat every sentence he says about 4 times and explain everything and know it will be forgotten instantly anyway.
What a cock. I hope someone steals his frigging sports car and drives it off the edge of the shore into the sea, so it lands on his pathetic 'showing off' boat and they both sink. That would probably cause him the most mental torture, materialistic fuck wit. If I sound angry, that's probably coz I am. Then I only get more pissed off, because I worry that my mood affects the baby. My mum said it's because I think too much, and I always have. But if I stopped thinking - I'd be like her, and that's a worrying thought. Thought. Haha.
I still don't feel pregnant much. Apart from all the crap parts of it, like the sickness, the weeing constantly (the uti I had was a bastard), being tired and having backache and going off sex. Jesus, I'm hardly an advert for the continuation of the human race *smiles*. I like it when Antony talks to the baby though, I know how much he'll love him/her, and if nothing else does, that makes me feel better.