( Other people's dreams are boring, and my counsellor wants to see mine next week. )

I think I need to write one of these!

I am grateful for:

Friends. Special thanks go to prolificdiarist and edinthecity for talking to me last night ( Read more... )

( peace is war... cut for possible violence triggers )

I'm feeling a bit down in the dumps, bored and lonely. I rarely get bored because there is always something to do, but I'm weakened by my cold and thus am pretty much limited to doing things with my mind not my body; I don't have something that takes up hours at time that I can entertain myself with ( Read more... )

( Good stuff, bad stuff )

( Cut for low to moderate grimness )

( Writing down my worries to release them )

Last night I saw a fox. I went to my bedroom and I could hear 'Lambeth Walk' playing from the pub over the road and I peered out of my window because you don't often hear that tune in London these days (at least I don't) and I noticed a fox in the little car park next to my back garden. It seemed intrigued by the music too (I know, anthropomorphism ( Read more... )

when he reached out for the jar
he swallowed every last pill and he lack back on his duvet
a Haliborange overdose is perhaps not the right way to kill yourself

(from Sealclubbing by half man half bisucuit, off of the BACK IN THE DHSS album)

( Warning: far from cheerful. )