annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not funny, nor clever For the record, like. Droopy as fuck. Don't know how to be, feel disconcerting disconnection between my body and my mind. Have taken far too many (prescription) drugs this week, due to jaw, now resulting in headache due (I think) to excess of paracetamol which the bastards put in with the codeine. I've done a very small amount of gardening, about forty minutes, but spread over about eight hours. I'm totally unable to translate the advice from CPN to 'let yourself be, let yourself feel what you feel, stop trying to 'pull yourself together' all the time,' into a manageable frame of mind or plan of action. Even for the next fifteen minutes. I'm not good at weekends, and especially not good with sunny days. The expectation of pleasure crushes me to my knees. Ren sent off for his full criminal record as he wants to do a further degree in law, with a view to becoming a human rights lawyer. It arrived today - fourteen pages. The law society does allow for the fact that good people can go off the rails for a bit, so long as it's nothing too serious, but fuck, fourteen pages.
for the long gap between now and Ren's last court case; Night night 11:01 p.m. - 26/04/2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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