Saturday Shopping + Hangover

by another on August 13th 2008, 3:50PM

There's nothing... but i'll try.

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I took Bryony shopping today! Bought Miranda, Bob, BJ and Ellie some pressies, and we got back just in time for dinner. It was great spending some time with my little sister. Next month, i'm gonna have a lot mroe dough, so i'll have to take her shopping again.

I woke up this morning, after some pretty wierd dreams -- one involving Bob (Denise) as a mutant thing (although, despite everyone else's reaction, i still thought she was great), another involving a shop i went into to check out some pre-owned games; after going through a small door at the back, i found myself in a massive warehouse-shop. At the back of this shop, it opened out to another world. This new world was, essentially, the same as ours, just darker, more confusing; the way the town streets of Reading would look to someone who's never lived in England.

Days ago, i dreamt that i was going to Asda with Miranda. I remember a dingy, and the layout was similar to Toys-R-Us. She was told to leave, and i stuck by her, arguiing her defense. I left with her, since there was no point staying; i was shopping -with- Miranda.

My drug counseller said -- or, discovered, as i said -- at my latest drug rehab, that i'm having an incredibly hard time coping without all the pretty drugs. I told him, i knew how easy it would be to take away all the thoughts, and that i don't feel anyone really can relate. Nobody knows what's happening inside my head, it's true. I'm always thinking about it, about drugs, about being fucked up, tripping out, going away, it's horrible. He recomended talking about it, so this is me talking. I'm struggling. It's not easy. I thought it would be, but it's just not. And i'm so fucking sad..! i don't know why, because my medication should be helping me, right? But i'm still... I don't know why i don't like to talk about it. I don't wanna admit it, i guess. If you really wanna know how i'm feeling, look up the lyrics to Massive Attack's "Live With Me" (hear a rock cover [here], see the video [here]). But, please, don't judge me. I'm trying, ok? I'm really, really trying.

Anyway, on Friday night i went to the TUC with Bob and Twig! It was great fun, and i got on particularly well with James, Bob's fella. Unfortunately, though, Twig got overly drunk, fell out with Bob, so Bob got pissed off too. I went home, recognising that i was pushing my limits (yay me! i've never done that before!!), but not before i'd bit into a heart and got my face covered in blood offered to the audience by some goth metal band, who i gloriously moshed to with Murphy. He'd apologised to me earlier, and i tried to explain to him he didn't need to apologise for a thing, and that he jsut got caught up in something awful, but he still said he was sorry. Bless him, he's a nice guy, and a damn fine headbanger! But now my neck is killing me. Oh, and i puked snakeite, which i forgot i did until i noticed the red splats on my trainers while waiting for a bus into town with Bryony. Also, danced with Twig and with James, drunk a fair amount and treated myself to a gorgeous chiecken burger and chips ('cause they always taste best when you're intoxicated), and got hiccups halfway through walking home (which took about 45 minutes, and i still wasn't sober by the time i got home at 1am).

I learned that drinking with friends is great, but just because you're learning your limits and paying attention to your behaviour, that doesn't mean everyone else is, and said friends are liable to go a little over the edge. I also remembered how expensive it is to drink, especially when your buying for others. I do regret not buying Murphy a drink, so i'll have to party with him next month. Oh, and Boo asked my why his girlfriend told him he was King of the Fraggles (grr!).