blood_winged

Good God my mind is screwed.

I'm so damn tired. I suppose it started off when I came on and got my usual gut-spasming cramp, and I didn't really want to eat. So I didn't. Then... I was tired, so I didn't want to eat even after the cramp had gone. This has been going on for about a week now. I've been on my own all weekend and I've barely eaten a thing.

Well, it's been a few hours since I wrote that initial paragraph since I got distracted by making food and watching TV, so I'll carry on. I've had something to eat, but it didn't really help me. What has helped however is the cider that I've drank. It seems to have numbed whatever was wrong with me and it's perked me up tremendously.

I finally managed to get to sleep at 7:30 this morning, and was subsequently woken up every hour by the dog wanting to go either in or out of the house until 10:30 when I let him out and shut the door so I couldn't hear him. At 3:30pm I woke up and let him back in, and at around 4pm I went over the road to my godparent's house. I was supposed to be going out tonight, you see, but due to varying personal reasons I didn't want to, so I needed to tell my godfather not to bother with the dog. I only meant to be there for a couple of minutes. I ended up being invited in and staying there for three hours. It was nice, though. My godmother (Kath) made me a cup of coffee and we sat and chatted while my godfather (Keith) did the gardening. I swear, she could talk a glass eye to sleep. I need to go over there more often. I also need to go and see my nanna more often. I don't really have an excuse not to, it's only a bus ride and it stops practically five minutes from her house. I should go, it isn't like I don't have the time, and really, I don't know how much time she has left. Her and my grandad. I'd hate for them to pass away and I'd just put off seeing them.

Anyway, when I left my godparent's house three hours later (along with half a melon and a bag of garden-grown tomatoes), who did I find on my doorstep but my boyfriend, his friend, and another friend in a car. I shouldn't have left my phone at home - he worried about me. After this very gallant but fortunately unneeded rescue attempt I moped around the house for a while then finally, after my dad said he was worried about me as well, I managed to summon the energy to spend fifteen minutes putting a meal together. So bacon, fried egg, beans and sausage was my dinner. Probably the biggest meal I've eaten all weekend. It was nice. Food always tastes better when you make it yourself.

After eating, I washed up (so mother will have nothing to complain about, though she may notice the fact that very little food is missing), and then realised that John had left two cans of cider in the fridge. Suffice to say they aren't in the fridge anymore. I'm half-way through the second one and typing is becoming decidedly difficult. My mind is all over the place. Hahaha.

I feel good, though... which is nice.

I need to ask mum to go to the post office collection place for me on Monday, because they have some books for me. Three 'small packages' probably means the postman couldn't be bothered to take the elastic band off them to put them through the letterbox. Pft. Also.. something.. oh yeah. I need to go to Waterstones in Bolton and get the copy of Genevieve that I ordered. I'll do that on Tuesday...

Hehe...

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