Afternoon,
I'm doing quite well apart form having an itching spell due to my liver condition. It's fucking annoying, non stop itching. And I woke in the middle of the night with a snotty nose. Which was also shit. Had a fairly laid back evening, had a nice read (although 'the never-ending days of being dead' is a bit too much speculative science for me. I like reading some of the latest ideas in physics and cosmology at the end of a good book on the subject, but not a whole book based on these 'maybe's). Watched 'the long good friday' again. I remember first watching it a couple of years ago and thinking 'well, that didn't live up to the hype' but after watching it again it seemed better than I remembered. Nasty when he glasses Casualty fella in the throat. Work is trundling along, nothing too taxing but at least I have some stuff to do, rather than nothing. Had a satisfying shit this morning at work. Read through some old saved text messages and one from the missus from a wee while back brought a tear to my eye. I never used to think I'd be happy, and much less make someone else so happy. 3 and a half years now. Christ, when I think about what a fucking bell-end I was when I met her, I'm amazed she stuck with me.
It's lovely sitting reading at night and having sunlight outside with the birds singing.
I rescued a ladybird that i found in the sink in the toilets today. Had to get the lift down with him and pop him on a bush outside.
My french friend keeps on ringing me of an evening but I can't be arsed to answer. I know that's very bad as she's one of my closest friends but I just find a phone conversation quite hard work. I'm rubbish on the phone. We've always e-mailed each other previously so I don't know why she wants to phone me all of a sudden. There's very people I feel comfortable chatting on the phone too. Even my sister can be quite hard work. I will answer it at some point. Trouble is I'm out the next couple of nights. |
