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[20 Jun 2008|12:37am] |
Well, things are currently utterly serene. Always the way prior to the madness of Friday and the weekend. I'm convinced that things shall be bedlam tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it at all, and oddly, having a spear in my arm will be somewhat calming. Despite that initial needle stab. Always painful, always nerve racking, always over in a second.
Well, tonight wasn't bad.
I had some drinks, I always do before blood donation day. Tomorrow night i'll stay in and relax. Talked to my good friend Andrew about access course. It's reassuring to know that he and Larry are willing to help me. I can do a lot myself, of course, and my efforts to change my life can only really come from me kicking myself up the arse, but the support of them is invaluable. I shall not forget that.
In other news, I have to admit something. I've developed an attraction to someone. She's someone I have never met. It's crept up on me. I like to imagine the way she uses her hands, and the way those hands would slide across my temple, my lips and my eyes. She has got something, and it a talent to create and to move. And it's quite erotic. I'm not atracted to people that easily, so I should at least appreciate it.
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[20 Jun 2008|03:34pm] |
I couldn't give blood today. I showed them the anti-biotics and it's a no-no, i'm afraid. Better to be honest than lie about it, i'd say. All this means is that i've got to go to Ramsgate in July when my finger is cleared up and the pills are gone, so I can give blood there.
On a Thursday.
Groan.
It could fuck the routine I have going to the Village Hall, too. Blood can be given every sixteen weeks, so i'll be giving late, which means I may not be able to go to the October donation. Which would mean I would have to go to Ramsgate again, I reckon. I appear to have managed to take myself on an unwilling tour of the towns with this infection.
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[20 Jun 2008|05:28pm] |
That ball I got is a size 4. And it requires inflating. I tried to blow it up, with my fucking mouth but it won't have it. So I will wait. Should be fun to play with, small balls always fly faster.
Finger update:
Actual dry skin stuff nearly gone. Still got a painful bruising near the end. Hopefully the medicine will clear it up.
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I've been watching the birds in the garden. I didn't realise how fun it could be. The little sods gather out there and fling bread around, chasing each other, it's a warzone. Sparrows, starlings, wood pigeons blundering about, blackbirds! I've decided to remember the birds i've seen. Maybe i'll take pictures of them, if I get a proper camera. I have seen two well good birds today. Chaffinch and a gold finch. Two, in fact. They were feeding from the seed thing. Here is the list so far:
1. Doves. Always hang about in pairs. Source of romantic writing inspiration for me. In real life, they're sort of a bit grey.
2. Wood pigeons. Bumbling, massive cunts. Grey and a bit purple. The zeppelings of the bird world. The one I saw today looked like a ball with a beak. Honest! Fucking ball. Face on it was basically a sphere with a bird's face.
3. Sparrows. Generic foot soldiers. Often induce comas in all due to their boring beaks and stupid little faces. Nah, they're alright, just so goddamned commonplace. At least they're generally not as irritating as people.
4. Starlings. Lairy peckers. Descend in groups, with mohawks and skinheads. They're well mental, and always try to bully other birds out of it. Nutters. If they were in a film, it would be something grim, set in London, in the dark recession days of the eighties. Screaming and throwing frying pans while smoking fags out of tower block windows.
5. Blackbird.
Always got one. Comes in the house sometimes. The female one isn't black. Don't you know.
6. Chaffinch:
Small bird with shit coloured brown feathers.
7. Gold finch:
Wicked tiny birds with colourful red heads and gold feathers.
8. Robin. Seen one many times. Wicked when they're standing on a branch in snowy panoramas.
9. Magpie. Last seen in the Bell garden. Thief bird. Steals stuff.
10. Crow: Harbinger of doom. Seen a few of them by crikey.
11. Seagull. Biggest of the lot. Kings of the seafront, slags of the chip. Laughs aplenty when they shit on your Bentley.
12. Pigeon:
Fucking everywhere in London and areas with loads of people. People say they're vermin, but I like them more than most people. Go fuckin' figure.
So i've seen some wicked birds. I've also seen penguins, but they're a cartoon bird and don't actually exist. Obviously. So fuck 'em.
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