I’m aching and creaking tonight; I slipped and fell on a stone floor yesterday and managed to slam down on to my back, pausing only to introduce my head and ribs to some furniture on the way down. I reacted the same way I tend to where pain is concerned, aaarrrggghhh FUCK! It’s not even like I was hurt much, a bit of shock, a headache and some rather impressive plum coloured bruising. So stylish – all you kids will be wearing it next year. Within a few days the physical aches will be gone. Within a few millennia the soul and mind aches will never be gone.
Today was grey and later the wind picked up and it’s still smacking the sky around out there. I’m so fucking tired. Tomorrow I’ll go and get meds from ward 13. Douchebag-neighbour’s own private homophobe leaves tomorrow, or so I’m told. I feel whacked by that whole situation too. I’ve snubbed him twice on the beach recently, but there’s no pleasure in it. I want a rest from my own mind and the world around it.