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[03 Nov 2003|10:05am] |
I can't get through to my shrink. This is worrying, as i need to find out when my appointment is; i may have already missed it.
Yesterday i cruised into the Bell at 2, and sat with the Royston for a while. He's selling me his cd player for several pints of Stella.
We ended up with young Lucy watching Indiana Jones, whilst Lucy threw cigarrettes at me
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[03 Nov 2003|10:06am] |
Mrs M must still be ill. She told me on Halloween she wasy "Dying", although this is not i believe due to just merely a cold.
Her eyes convey more than she tells. And she tells a LOT.
Anyway, i thought about her yesterday. Not in the sense of a romantic way, but in the sense that her position makes me terribly sad. I want her to be out with us, that's all. Having fun.
You see, Zoe is part of a group of friends i have. If she's not there, the circle is not complete; she is part of us, and maybe i worry about her more than others...i just DO. This is what people confuse with an obsession. It's NOT. It's purely because i fucking care about her, and i don't like to see someone so trapped they can't breathe.
Anyway, Zoe herself never really seemed to be particularly bothered by this. In my previous online diary i spoke in long and detailed sentences about my affections. And all told, she has lately been as flirty and fun as the first time i met her.
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[03 Nov 2003|11:03am] |
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Still cannot get through to the fucking clinic. I don't need worries like this now.
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[03 Nov 2003|06:23pm] |
Back at work today. I eventually got through to the sodding clinic, and then referred to another number. But i now know my appointment date. It's Tuesday the 25th of November. At an old Police Station. Wonderful.
What makes matters worse is that it is no longer my day off, so i will have to swing a day off to go and have my head analysed by a ruthless Scottish woman. Woopee.
Latterly, I must remember to look up some soundtracks for David. He's trying to seek out soundtracks to some sodding fighting films, including Bloodsport. Jesus Christ, i bet the music to that is a jolly affair.
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[03 Nov 2003|06:47pm] |
I wonder how many things i can get in one bottle. Coins, maybe. Loads of fucking coins....but if i mixed them up with bottles and coasters....they wouldn't fit as well.
I could liquidize stuff and then put them in. I want some eyes in there too. Eyes i like...got loads of eyes...but they're glass ones.
Marbles! Marbles, thats it. They're like glass eyes. Stick some of those in there. I'll break the record for shoes and liquidized marble eyes.
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