Awoke and drank tea; feeling that it would be nice if October 2006 is just one incident or two nicer than September was. I don't ask for much out of life, but if it can maybe just go fifteen minutes without taking a Guinness fueled liquidshit on my head this month, that'd be pretty funky. Kind of felt that September was pretty incontinent in that respect.
Flicked on the telly for a couple of minutes, where I very strongly felt that I did not want to buy into the crap they want to pump into my head today, aborted that possibility of entertainment. Early morning run to ASDA, where I forgot to buy the one thing I desparately needed, so I'm still on ultra low supplies of milk at the moment. Found a quality Sunday newspaper though, so that was nice, I've bought into the crap that the Independant want to pump into my head instead. Not sure if that's a failure or not, don't really care either. Got the laundry on the go, then noticed that the drains in the back garden are backing up, so that's the man with the rods to be called tomorrow - this month has started well so far, not.
Reality striketh here at Fortress Shadey. Kaz has come to the end of her stressbreak, her folks have just departed with her, heading south so it's back to solo reality here. Remains to be seen how much I'm going to like that. Bless 'er, having the lass around has done me if not a lot of good, at least it's stopped me going completely gaga. Both of us have had a ton of issues to work through, so it's basically been a godsend. At least there's stuff to do and trips to plot. Apart from the obvious, there's a large gap left by the old internet group thing; although for obvious reasons I can't and won't go back (if I did, my ancestors would knock the world off it's axis, spinning in their graves at my weakness), I find myself looking for contact and entertainment in what's left, which isn't there. Nothing doing. Been in this routine now for six years, it's bloody addiction. And guess what, I'm still hooked, or I wouldn't be here. Are we really so insular and alone now that we HAVE to do this? Guess so.
Flicked on the telly for a couple of minutes, where I very strongly felt that I did not want to buy into the crap they want to pump into my head today, aborted that possibility of entertainment. Early morning run to ASDA, where I forgot to buy the one thing I desparately needed, so I'm still on ultra low supplies of milk at the moment. Found a quality Sunday newspaper though, so that was nice, I've bought into the crap that the Independant want to pump into my head instead. Not sure if that's a failure or not, don't really care either. Got the laundry on the go, then noticed that the drains in the back garden are backing up, so that's the man with the rods to be called tomorrow - this month has started well so far, not.
Reality striketh here at Fortress Shadey. Kaz has come to the end of her stressbreak, her folks have just departed with her, heading south so it's back to solo reality here. Remains to be seen how much I'm going to like that. Bless 'er, having the lass around has done me if not a lot of good, at least it's stopped me going completely gaga. Both of us have had a ton of issues to work through, so it's basically been a godsend. At least there's stuff to do and trips to plot. Apart from the obvious, there's a large gap left by the old internet group thing; although for obvious reasons I can't and won't go back (if I did, my ancestors would knock the world off it's axis, spinning in their graves at my weakness), I find myself looking for contact and entertainment in what's left, which isn't there. Nothing doing. Been in this routine now for six years, it's bloody addiction. And guess what, I'm still hooked, or I wouldn't be here. Are we really so insular and alone now that we HAVE to do this? Guess so.
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