November 17th, 2006

(I've tried patience)

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I'm getting better, slowly, with added headaches, but there's no way I can make anything tonight unless someone drives me to it (as I can stand up and just about sit up now, but walking is still very painful) - so if anyone is driving to either booklectic's Event or Dreadnought and could swing through Gipsy Hill and take me with them, obviously that would be brilliant, but I doubt it's the case and I'm not sure how I'd get home, either. So I shall probably be back here, watching TAFotB and thinking supportive and then Dreadnought-like thoughts. I'm really sorry. :/

In other news, Never Mind The Buzzcocks makes for genuinely unnerving viewing these days. Last night's episode wasn't about music at any one single point. Get it together, Simon.
It did have Andrew Maxwell on, though, which has led to happy daydreaming about his early days in the comedy circuit where he must obviously have slept with Ed Byrne.
Or not, but you know. It helps relieve the migraine a bit if I believe that.

Entertain me, boys and girls and c) other. It's going to be a long day.

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(I've tried patience)

PS

Also, I actually applied for an actual job yesterday.
It is only one, and it is only seasonal work at HMV, but it's a big step for me. I am pleased. Whether I get it or not, I've at least proved to myself that I can do this much, which is more than I could have done a month ago.

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The Crow

That is enough.

I am tired of 2006 being such a cunt. It can stop any time it fucking likes. ENOUGH NOW. ENOUGH. WHAT DID WE DO. WE'RE SORRY. NOW MAKE IT STOP.

Plus I manatee certain of you around the head for letting me miss out on this. (Anyone with a degree of musical appreciation can be forgiven, as I realise that what the world absolutely does not need right now is bad emo SUNG IN GERMAN. I'm looking at those of you who understand that style totally wins over substance when it comes to the prettiest 17-year-old in Europe who looks and dresses like Davey Havok's pet cat made human. You should know better.)

Seriously, though. 2006 has just been fucking heinous and I've had enough of it. I found the strength to get through absolute pitch black hell earlier this year and most of what's been on the other side of it has just been marginally less pitch black hell, either for me or for people I love or both. You do find yourself asking why you fucking bother.

And not even the extraordinarily pretty singer of a German emo band (for god's sake. I suppose it had to happen eventually) can answer that one for me.

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