At last!

Had a chronic dose of depression last week. Not because I was tired, not because I had got my self into a negative mode of thought, not simply because. No my life last week had various harsh realities, things that I had to face and sort out. Oh and while I was doing that nothing seemed to be going my way or right for me. So life sucked.

Then came Sunday things started to go right with me. My old pc which is five years old, gleefully accepted Windows XP pro, taking only 45 mins to install and run as smooth as butter. Yay! Then all of a sudden more thinks started coming right. Like dominoes falling perfectly into one another.

Still not out of the woods on many fronts, but I coping with life again and everything is coming up roses.

Its half three on a Friday and there’s been silence from Keef all day.

Whats wrong with the Universe today?

I want my money back!!!

Claire* joins the rest of us thirty somethings today.

Long may she Misrule.

*aka dr_misrule

The weekend officially barfed. Huge chunks of grey barfness. Boring tedious painful barfness. Somehow last week I pulled my right back muscles, and instead of getting better over the weekend it got worse. Tired sleepy grouchy pain. Barf. Missed dr_misrule‘s 30th birthday party Saturday night because of it. Has sort of cleared up now, but I’m still taking it easy. Off to see Skinny Puppy tonight with keefybabe & attack_monkey, which will have to be a standing at the back absorbing the music rather than a way hey lets mosh type of gig.

Bah.

In good news all the resting over the weekend allowed me time to get reacquainted with Rome Total War and kick off a new campaign.

I was only joking the other day that we were due a BBC related illness, since he tends to have a scape every 3-6 months (ear half bitten off, cancerous lump, tail nearly broken, suspected food poisoning…etc etc)

Then this lunch Rach rang me in a tearful state to tell me BBC has burst an abcess on his paw and has trotted all round the house with it.

He’s now at the vet and Rachel spent all morning cleaning carpets. I saw some of the blood on the tops of our bins on the way out this morning but thought it was that of a little rodent caught by one of the cats. Grrrrrrr!

Rach goes into more detail on her blog

When ever my Uber Boss, who is kinda like the shopkeeper from Mr Ben, suddenly appears I just want to crap my pants in terror?

Today I didn’t wake up. Today I am sleepwalking.

This weekend I will sleep.

Awoke this morning to sound of crash bang wallop from the end of the street.

Yesterday they finally started pulling down the old Alex Beevers Centre (a part of Joseph Priestley College)

Pictures of the destruction