So appointment at the doctor's. Trying to get a bit of banter going with the fit nurse. She's all like, "do you have your sample?" (subtext: do you have some dick?) and I'm all, "well, I was gonna bring wine but I thought nothing says romance like a vial of warm urine" and then she laughs but for some reason she's taken the top off and when she ( Read more... )

:(

I hate sad days.

And I have a chest infection so I can't sing. Double :(
(my voice was just starting to get good...)

So, with the exception of last night when I slept at Emke's, I've been sleeping at my Grandad's and walking into ASDA which takes between 50 and 75 minutes depending on how lost in dreamland I am. The morning is so beautifully dark and quiet. And the streets of Higham Common Road remind me of the song "Landlocked Blues" because there are particles ( Read more... )

I have the vague rememberings of some dreams last night - like balloons barely held onto by the ghostly trace of a string. I was walking through Barnsley with somebody, heading home, when they asked me if I had my card on me and I did. So they asked if I could pick up some things for them and that they'd pay me back and I obliged. So we went into ( Read more... )

I helped fit some windows and doors in nottingham today. I've been stuck in dreamland a lot recently, writing faster than I can plan the novel. And in the van on the way back, I couldn't help but think of all the tired journeys I've had. The people you meet on them once. That tidy swedish bird I met on the bus ride from Reading to London after ( Read more... )

I don't remember writing that last entry. Was slightly pissed ( Read more... )

if i don't get accepted on a phd course by january, i'm going to start applying for big money jobs....asda isn't for me in tghe long run. Millie's back in E.A. I don't know if that makes a difference to people up here, but am feeling better after our chat ( Read more... )

I could still fill books with essays and poems and stories and songs of how amazing I think Millie is. I assume by now she’s back in Norwich ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a big backward step ( Read more... )

Yesterday I walked 7 mile. Ran 12 mile. Tanked out at the gym. I was so tired that it didn't let me think of anything until I climbed into bed, absolutely shattered. Bert and Ernie gave me a rough estimate of about 2 months to get over these feelings. Fuck am I doing this every day for two months!! Will proper deaded me ( Read more... )