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So last night, 12 hours in bed. Not all of them sleeping (obviously), but I didn't haul ass out of bed until after 11:30am. Much like yesterday. And I still have that half awake/eyelids feel heavy feeling.

My cat was being very cuddly this morning. I enjoy him, he's an excellent feline. He curled up on my shoulder whilst I was laying in bed so I spent a while laying with my face in a furball. He's a very good smelling furball.

I went for walkies on the hard shoulder...

Well, in other news, my cellphone just died last night. As in, it ran out of battery, but then, after being charged, it never turned on again. It is now in many, many pieces courtesy of my hammer, because to be honest, replacing it with a cheap phone is much cheaper than paying for it to fixed.

And anyway. So I got up this morning (just), and tried to eat breakfast. I managed about half my bowl of cereal before feeling too sick to continue. I'm not hungry in the slightest to be completely...

So, my flatmate is using my laptop to do Zumba. I don't mind at all, I downloaded it years ago and to be honest I'm just glad that someone's actually using it. As a result, I'm writing this entry on my iPod.

Last night I got completely, totally, absolutely shit-faced. It. Was. Awesome. Luke came over, Maria didn't because she's lame, and our neighbour Poleta came over instead. So we spent a few hours drinking, I had somewhere between eight and ten drinks. We also got very, very stoned,...

Assuming this works the way I hope it shall,

(Which it isn't, so far, so do me a favour and click on whatever attachment link you can find, and you shall be taken to mah horsie.)

THIS IS WHAT A HORSE SHOULD LOOK LIKE. This is an example of a minimum quality, 30 minute, I-stole-the-image-from-google-then-drew-it, horse. I think anybody posting images of horses should come to at least this standard, and I would definitely hope for higher standards. I made a post a while...

Not because I'm tired - I've been getting enough sleep. But because when you're asleep, you don't feel pain, and I have this nagging, deep-seated ache we call "period pain". We should really call it, "period agony" . . . I think that's a little more realistic. So yeah, I'm in a fair amount of pain, and it's making me grumpy, and I want to nap because sleeping people don't feel pain, and also, the warmth of bed would most likely help with the pain.

I got lucky,...

Daylight savings is a stupid idea. I mean, not that I'm going to lose any sleep over it, that's not my nature. But it's a damned stupid concept. Let's move an hour, to make the days seem longer! You know what? Let's not. The only thing we change is the damn clocks. Cows still need milking at the same time, etcetera, etcetera. It's just a stupid idea. And we have a weirdly long daylight-saving period here since a couple of years ago, when they decided to shift the changes from roughly March and labour-weekendish...

Gets out of bed at 07:50am, decides it's too frigging cold, goes back to bed, and eventually breakfasts around 10:00am.

The weather threatens, so she has not gone to the gym, but oh, she wants to - she just doesn't want to get soaked in transit. She misses her car.

She desperately wants to poop, but the last couple of times, her flatmate has gone into the toilet straight after her, and said, "woah, did you do a shit?", even though she has used toilet-spray...

So I didn't take my meds in to my appointment with my keyworker.

And it was probation who narked on me.

Jens (my psychiatrist) came into my appointment to briefly assess what's going on. He said I'm not sleeping enough and I'm going far too fast - basically I'm still elevated - and he would really like me to be taking my medication. I told him it's not going to happen. He said, well what if you get depressed again? And I said, then I'll start taking it again. So he's...

So.

Some yellow-bellied cur has narked on me. Some rapscallion worthy of digestion in the stomach pit of the abyssal wyrm. Indeed.

The important thing, is to find out who. And once I find out who, then with that person, I am no longer friends.

I received a call from a withheld number at 08:04AM this morning, so I answered, and it was Judy, asking me to bring in all the medication I haven't taken. I said I would, but then after I hung up, I thought, you...