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[16 Jun 2008|11:26am] |
One more day of work until I can finally rest. For one day. And then i'm back to it, for another six days.
Groan.
Last night, my finger swelled up. It hardly bends now, and I think it may be infected. It doesn't really affect me doing anything, it's just painful. Today, it appears to have subsided, slightly. If it's not improved soon, i'll be going to the doctor. Hooray. Another trip there. I have such fun at the surgery. If I have anti-biotics, I don't know how that affects me donating blood on Friday.
I don't know how this swelling affects it, come to that.
I bought a football through Amazon. It's for our kickabouts on Tuesdays, when we actually manage to go. It's a Euro 2008 football replica, which means it's a copy of the ball they use in that. I hope. I'm slightly paranoid that the actual ball will arrive and it will be the size of a tennis ball or something. That would be hilarious, wouldn't it?
No? Well piss off then. See you later!
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[16 Jun 2008|03:17pm] |
Well, at last, my week is over. Until Wednesday. My finger is sore, still swollen. But at least it has a day to heal. If it doesn't i'll have to get it seen to.
Any fading hopes I had that today would be quiet were dashed when it quickly became busy, busy and more busy. Thirty seven busy. Sigh.
Here's a beautiful song by Jeff Buckley. What's incredible about the Jeffster, is he writes songs that sum up pretty much everything that's happened in my life. I wish I could write like him. I love this song! Listen to it, i'm sure it'll have an impact on you lot too.
Here are the beautiful lyrics.
Jeff Buckely - Last Goodbye.
Last Goodbye
This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then i'll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you'll ever know
This is our last embrace
Must i dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all
Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye
Did you say 'no, this can't happen to me,'
And did you rush to the phone to call
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
Saying maybe you didn't know him at all
You didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know
Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
Offer signs that it's over... it's over
That's it for now. I'm in no real mood to do any more writing at the moment.
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[16 Jun 2008|05:54pm] |
Waking up was never easy. In the night, all things were equal, the light curtailed by natural veil. All things fell silent, as did his heart. The glimmer of a flickering television was all that picked out his pale face, and tremling eyes in the gloom. His thoughts pierced his forehead and shredded his sleep.
In the night, he dreamt about her. When he finally had peace, she became his, like an overwhelming suburst, like a pure, clear blue sea she'd slide over him, kissing his forehead with her giddy lips, bringing him to life again, pulling him into her dear waves, drowning him over and over again, heady and melancholy but so sweet and sublime. She was like wine to him, and her nectar was her soothing gaze and comforting composure, during such tempestuous times. Whenever his broken body drifted ashore, smashed and splintered upon rocks, she would kneel down at his side and roll her fingers delicately across his fevered brow.
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