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Feb. 12th, 2006 06:23 pmI am hungry and want something bad and nasty and greasy. It is Sunday tho, no shops open and i am dressed in extremely un-go-outable clothing. It is getting to the stage where i am seriously considering drive through mcdonalds out of desperation. - it's that or toast.
I had eggy bread for breakfast - i thought that would do the trick, but that ws a long time ago and I am hungry again. boo.
Last night was incredibly surreal. Very dreamlike with trends and repetition. There was the man with the broken hand ( whom I helped dress) then the man with only one arm in the second place, then several hours later the first man appeared again.
I dreamt that irritating G at work got shot in the head. The two male receptionists were cafe waiters, and I wrote a report for the man who murdered Bruce Willis' child. The murderer got 16 years, but with a two year tarif, and Bruce was angry - he came and made me go for a walk in this lush green garden ( with wet grass and leaves). he had tight grip on my upper arm, was wearing gloves and we both knew he was taking me away to kill me, but i couldn't make myself be afraid. We were talking and there was such a strong connection between us, yet I knew as soon as we reached the end of this garden/wood area he was going to shoot me. strange.
Watched Reservoir Dogs again today. haven't seen it in about 3 years but I still knew all the dialogue - I totally obsessed on it when I first saw it, watched it a trillion times, read all the books I could find about it. (I hadn't discovered fan fic at that stage) Oh I do love it, especially all the Orange/White interaction. Is indeed fantastic.
Still hungry.
I had eggy bread for breakfast - i thought that would do the trick, but that ws a long time ago and I am hungry again. boo.
Last night was incredibly surreal. Very dreamlike with trends and repetition. There was the man with the broken hand ( whom I helped dress) then the man with only one arm in the second place, then several hours later the first man appeared again.
I dreamt that irritating G at work got shot in the head. The two male receptionists were cafe waiters, and I wrote a report for the man who murdered Bruce Willis' child. The murderer got 16 years, but with a two year tarif, and Bruce was angry - he came and made me go for a walk in this lush green garden ( with wet grass and leaves). he had tight grip on my upper arm, was wearing gloves and we both knew he was taking me away to kill me, but i couldn't make myself be afraid. We were talking and there was such a strong connection between us, yet I knew as soon as we reached the end of this garden/wood area he was going to shoot me. strange.
Watched Reservoir Dogs again today. haven't seen it in about 3 years but I still knew all the dialogue - I totally obsessed on it when I first saw it, watched it a trillion times, read all the books I could find about it. (I hadn't discovered fan fic at that stage) Oh I do love it, especially all the Orange/White interaction. Is indeed fantastic.
Still hungry.
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Jan. 22nd, 2006 05:42 pmI am pretending that I don't have a hangover.
I am drinking fat coke, which is a sure sign really, but I don't think anyone has noticed, so that's ok.
There was drinking and dancing and singing (amd kfc!) last night. It was good.
today I had a really disappointing bath - I love bathing and have lots of bubbly stuff - today I used a Christmas gift package - Chocolate bath salts - there were no bubbles, no scent and it just made the water a distressing colour. euw! - I tipped the remainder of the huge packet down the plughole aftrewards.
NowI have come upstairs to the cold room because I kept falling asleep and I want to try and rescue tonight's resting pattern, else tomorrow will be dire - as it is I have two reports to write. ug.
oh yes.. meant to 'tell' this earlier.
When I went to work the other morning there was at the end of the road what looked like a body. I dismissed this as unlikely, as one would. but as I got into my car and did the usual faffing around waiting for screen to clear etc, I couldn't get the thought of bodydom out of my mind.(!) - further up the street was a car, completing a very complicated zig zagging manoeveure to avoid whatever it was in the road and as I watched another car approached, then stopped and reversed out of the street. The body remained. I started my car and got ready to reverse out, then faced the fact that a) I am too curious and b) would be plagued by non specific guilt and 'what ifs' if I didn't go have a butchers....
So I drove up to it. As I got there I realised that it WAS a body (ok, melodramatic - it was a youth, teenageish lad, feet and legs on the pavement, head and upper torso on road) I called out to him, but he was unconcious, So I stopped and got out to him. As I got there a woman opened her front door. She stood there in her dressing gown, yelled across to me that "He's alright, his Mum's coming" then shut the door and went in again!!!
I don't know if I'm more shocked at the indifference shown by the other drivers ( I live in a quiet street, bodies in the road aren't a common occurrence!) or the slapdash manner of this woman! It was a freezing morning, frost on windows etc, wouldn't you put a blanket over the lad, give him a pillow? Even if it was best not to move him wouldn't you be with him?
very odd.
I am drinking fat coke, which is a sure sign really, but I don't think anyone has noticed, so that's ok.
There was drinking and dancing and singing (amd kfc!) last night. It was good.
today I had a really disappointing bath - I love bathing and have lots of bubbly stuff - today I used a Christmas gift package - Chocolate bath salts - there were no bubbles, no scent and it just made the water a distressing colour. euw! - I tipped the remainder of the huge packet down the plughole aftrewards.
NowI have come upstairs to the cold room because I kept falling asleep and I want to try and rescue tonight's resting pattern, else tomorrow will be dire - as it is I have two reports to write. ug.
oh yes.. meant to 'tell' this earlier.
When I went to work the other morning there was at the end of the road what looked like a body. I dismissed this as unlikely, as one would. but as I got into my car and did the usual faffing around waiting for screen to clear etc, I couldn't get the thought of bodydom out of my mind.(!) - further up the street was a car, completing a very complicated zig zagging manoeveure to avoid whatever it was in the road and as I watched another car approached, then stopped and reversed out of the street. The body remained. I started my car and got ready to reverse out, then faced the fact that a) I am too curious and b) would be plagued by non specific guilt and 'what ifs' if I didn't go have a butchers....
So I drove up to it. As I got there I realised that it WAS a body (ok, melodramatic - it was a youth, teenageish lad, feet and legs on the pavement, head and upper torso on road) I called out to him, but he was unconcious, So I stopped and got out to him. As I got there a woman opened her front door. She stood there in her dressing gown, yelled across to me that "He's alright, his Mum's coming" then shut the door and went in again!!!
I don't know if I'm more shocked at the indifference shown by the other drivers ( I live in a quiet street, bodies in the road aren't a common occurrence!) or the slapdash manner of this woman! It was a freezing morning, frost on windows etc, wouldn't you put a blanket over the lad, give him a pillow? Even if it was best not to move him wouldn't you be with him?
very odd.
