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If possible, I fell even more in love with you today. It was the honesty; brutal, ugly, loving ...an utterly beautiful part of this fucked up life. Thank you.
 
Love is not blind. It sees perfectly well. It allows the person in love to see clearly.

Love is stupid. It has such an effect on a person's judgment that it makes them act a complete fool, makes them decide things unwisely, and refuses to let go it's hold, no matter what the outcome of their actions.
 
I'm blocked. I can not write. Can Not.
I still have that three page paper to finish before Wednesday.
I have graciously allowed myself until Wednesday. It was due the Wednesday before last.
I am full words, choking on words.
I can only spit them out one at a time.
I can not string them into lovely threads with which to weave something whole.

When I wake in the morning, I find I am grasping at the words that running away, fleet of foot. I want to write them down immediately, catch them.
I remember trying to hold fireflies in a glass jar with air holes punched through the top. That's how I see these vagrant words now -
Lit up bits of live tissue, escaping before I can catch enough to cast a real light on myself or my soul.

Blocked.
I miss writing.
 
Because publically announcing my to do list makes me more compelled to fucking do it...

Dissertation due 4th april- don't intend to do anything to it after tomorrow:
Apply changes as confirmed with supervisor to disso
Look at the changes my wonderful proofreaders have suggested
Do the rest of my appendices
Fix my 'acknowledgements' and add to them.

Health essay due 8th april:
Start reading for the essay
Plan essay
Write essay

:eek:

Memory Poster presenting 9th april:
Finish intro
write conclusions
write references
Finish handout
Write prompt cards for speech

Organisational Research Proposal due 11th april but handing in 10th:
Continue reading on topic
Make notes
Go see Lara after today's lecture
Write proposal

Work/ Volunteering Related:
Call Is'ton MIND
Call Is'ton Victim support
Call Cr'dn MIND
Read Cr'dn Victim Support Pack and call them
Find BPS code and activate account and continue looking for a job
Go see auntie S about her contact at Springfeilds
Call springfeilds myself
Call The Priory
Call local NHS trust- psych dep
Go see auntie G about her contacts

*sigh*

oh...and one more!
WRITE DOWN DOC's APPOINTMENT! DON't FORGET TO GO AGAIN! o
 
Ooooh! It looks pretty!

Yay me!

x
V

ps- le sigh. So tired, wish I could stay put.
 
I'm blocked. I can not write. Can Not.
I still have that three page paper to finish before Wednesday.
I have graciously allowed myself until Wednesday. It was due the Wednesday before last.
I am full words, choking on words.
I can only spit them out one at a time.
I can not string them into lovely threads with which to weave something whole.

When I wake in the morning, I find I am grasping at the words that running away, fleet of foot. I want to write them down immediately, catch them.
I remember trying to hold fireflies in a glass jar with air holes punched through the top. That's how I see these vagrant words now -
Lit up bits of live tissue, escaping before I can catch enough to cast a real light on myself or my soul.

Blocked.
I miss writing.

I don't believe she's strong enough to survive when you eventually hurt her. :(

I hate not having my car.:(

I hate having to wait for estimates.:mad:

* Hugs * :rose:
 
The crappy things about leaving work early due to sickness are:
1) Well, you're sick/in pain/crippled by a headache that wants to own your very soul. So, that sucks. (Thank you, Captain Obvious)
2) When you leave, your coworkers have already quantified just how sick they don't think you are and give you shifty looks (because you're leaving early, you sonofabitch).

"This whole world's wild at heart and weird on top." -Lula Fortune
 
The crappy things about leaving work early due to sickness are:
1) Well, you're sick/in pain/crippled by a headache that wants to own your very soul. So, that sucks. (Thank you, Captain Obvious)
2) When you leave, your coworkers have already quantified just how sick they don't think you are and give you shifty looks (because you're leaving early, you sonofabitch).

"This whole world's wild at heart and weird on top." -Lula Fortune

Aww. *hugs* sicky-baby.
 
I'm back. All went well, but now I feel like crap. Head hurts, throat's scratchy. I hope it's just after effects of the procedure and not that I'm coming down with something.
 
Because publically announcing my to do list makes me more compelled to fucking do it...

Dissertation due 4th april- don't intend to do anything to it after tomorrow:
Apply changes as confirmed with supervisor to disso
Look at the changes my wonderful proofreaders have suggested
Do the rest of my appendices
Fix my 'acknowledgements' and add to them.

Health essay due 8th april:
Start reading for the essay
Plan essay
Write essay

:eek:

Memory Poster presenting 9th april:
Finish intro
write conclusions
write references
Finish handout
Write prompt cards for speech

Organisational Research Proposal due 11th april but handing in 10th:
Continue reading on topic
Make notes
Go see Lara after today's lecture

Write proposal

Work/ Volunteering Related:
Call Is'ton MIND
Call Is'ton Victim support
Call Cr'dn MIND
Read Cr'dn Victim Support Pack and call them
Find BPS code and activate account and continue looking for a job
Go see auntie S about her contact at Springfeilds
Call springfeilds myself
Call The Priory
Call local NHS trust- psych dep
Go see auntie G about her contacts

*sigh*

oh...and one more!
WRITE DOWN DOC's APPOINTMENT! DON't FORGET TO GO AGAIN! o

That's what i've done so far...i intend to tick a few more things off tonight.
 
some people don't have anything good to say, no matter what :rolleyes:

:D I want to eat the strawberry!

Tonight I had a lightening bolt hit me in the ass that I have lived in England exactly four years today. What a hell of a aprils fool joke to unleash on the poor unsuspecting brits! ;):D
 
:D I want to eat the strawberry!

Tonight I had a lightening bolt hit me in the ass that I have lived in England exactly four years today. What a hell of a aprils fool joke to unleash on the poor unsuspecting brits! ;):D

ahhhh so that's what made the country shake this morning...thanks chants! :p
 
April is so bitter-sweet...
Spring's fresh perfume heightens the senses;
but then the little ghost whispers sweetly
a voice only I can hear...
and only when I am very still
and I mourn.
 
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