Snippets.

Re: Things looking up.



Went to the doc's again today, had US scan of biliary tree two weeks ago and was all clear. Pain's been fine since then. Joked about how it must've all been in my head. Doc told me off. Got me thinking about my mentals, and how I really should work on sorting this out. Realised how frankly I was talking about my headbeef in conversation elsewhere and not in my own diary, what is with that? So I dun copypasta. It is... ridiculous. It's stream-of-consciousness-ish, this is a couple of months' worth of posts but I just put them altogetherwhateverforever. Sorry. If you'd rather I put this crap under a filter in future, please speak up, dear flist. <3

( Under a cut, 'cause it is very long, and may be a bit much for a weekend. )

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Shoopdawoop.

Argh after all that bitching and moaning about wanting to go out 'n' rock out with my cock out, I have some friends who want to see me for a pint or five and now my tummy's decided to kick off. DARNSARNIT. And I'm missing Industrial Fallout tonight. Fucken booooo.

Oh well, the next few months are FULLY PACKED with adventures. Well, five or six adventures. Frankenstein. Two Devy gigs. Two Kyuss Lives! gigs. One Dreams Divide gig. *quakes in slippers*

I have some beer! I also have very silly internets, plans for some writings, and I've just (luckily) realised my uni course starts today so I might have another can and whip out the ol' books. Not very enthusiastic about this one to be honest. Looks dull.