May 16th, 2003

I can fly!

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Awake, most of the night, knew something was wrong, had one odd dream about working in a strip club, heh, I wish, but I'd have to pay them not to run away screaming, got to get ready now and leave as soon as I can, recording, then back to London around lunchtime, bah, just want to stay in bed, don't know what's happening this afternoon or tonight, if you see me then you see me, god damn it all to hell I knew something was wrong.

~kicks the wall~

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  • Current Music
    Nothing right now.
(I've tried patience)

All better...~smile~

Recording went well (of course) and I got paid (which was a nice surprise) and then I came back and got scritched lots and lots and lots, which wasn't a surprise but was very very nice nonetheless.
And now I must find out whether and where people are pubbing tonight - ah, Retro Bar again, not a bad thing, it's close by and the decor's good - and go there, probably via fast food of some description as I've managed not to eat all day again.

I'm sorry if I worried anyone with my post this morning. In the words of Mrs. Cake, I left my precognition switched on again. It's all very well and useful sometimes but sometimes it's an absolute curse. Oh well.

Pub and people it is then, I guess. ~smile~ I get to meet spikeylady properly! Yay!

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  • Current Music
    Of course now I've recorded it it's stuck in my head...
I can fly!

It's nearly eleven, I'm just waiting for the fucking film.

Excuse me, this entry will not be rational.

Thank gods for wechsler. Thank you, love, thank you for being glad to see me and for hugging me and for distracting me and for holding my hand and for holding *me* and for sending me a text message to reassure me.

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I want to scream and rail and kick and break and cut and scream some more and scream some more and smash and rip and tear and wrench and fucking scream the fucking city to its knees.
But that's probably not going to help anyone, so instead I'm going to stop drinking coke and lay down and close my eyes and sleep, because I need to sleep, I'm so exhausted.

Please please please don't worry about me. Please. I'll be fine in the morning, I really will, I'm sort of fine now, only so angry, and not sure which direction to point it in. But I'm not even turning it inwards tonight. Just need to rest. Want to sleep.

I'll make more sense in the morning. I hope *everything* will make more sense in the morning.

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  • Current Music
    'Special K', Placebo.