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Thursday, 5 January 2017 11:45 pm
rosiedoes: (FOB: OTP)
Since [livejournal.com profile] distortedmya hasn't been around, I'm really struggling to write.

I feel like Fear of the Dark part three was dropped when I got it out of the sink and is now in a thousand pieces and I hace noe idea which part should go where.

I usually start my timelines after writing the story, to keep track of what happened, but Im having to write it in advance, this time, to fit it all together and work put what I need to do. Some of it will be repurposed from the eight thousand words or so that I already have, but I really think I need some new scenes which tie the Patroh thread with the magic thread. Something to prepare for part four, which is when the mystical shit hits the proverbial fan.

TWNW 21 is also proving tough to hit the right tone on. I know what essentially needs to happen, but getting it there is tricky, which is why I'm working on FOTD.

I guess it's a kind of writer's block and I just need some time away from it. Maybe this weekend I'll do some of my Bardic Grade coursework, instead.

Also, tomorrow is Bear's and my fourth anniversary. FOUR YEARS. He remains my adorable little bucket of dad jokes and cute aggression.
rosiedoes: (Personal: Long Man)
Except it's Tuesday and we're just back at work from the winter break and KILL ME NOW I WANT TO SLEEP.

At least I'm off on Friday for Bear and my anniversary.
rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)


I just found out my very dear friend, Chris, passed away over Christmas. I don’t have a lot of details yet, but I know it wasn’t intentional and I know that there are a lot of people in this little city who are absolutely devastated by his loss.

I first met Chris when I went for an interview at the games company where I went on to work; he was in HR. And yes, he did come to work with a mohawk and a large spider tattoo on his head. It was that sort of place, and he was that kind of person. He was also the kindest, most loving and most generous person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. No matter who you were, Chris would welcome you with open arms and then probably tell you something completely shocking and inappropriate, or get his knob out to show you his piercing. He was so good-hearted that you couldn’t help but love him, even if you expected him to be some mad anarchist who’d spit in your face. He was an anarchist and a little bit of a lovable maniac, but he was more likely to embrace you with a huge, “ELLO, MAAAATE!”

He loved animals, and every day, his little woof, Leonard, would come to work with him and demand to play ‘tuggy’ with anyone who passed through the HR Department. They were both so playful and energetic - absolute kindred spirits. I’m sure Len will go to live with one of Chris’s dear friends, now, but no matter how much he is loved at his new home, no one will ever love him as much as Chris did.

I know it’s a cliche, and everyone feels it when someone close to them passes away, but it’s like a light has gone out in Brighton. He’ll be so pissed off if he’s gone to Heaven, as well - he’d be much more excited about seeing what Hell was like. xoxo
rosiedoes: (Sherlock: Come Anyway)
...by accident.

So, we originally went into London to see Phil at the First Direct Dialogue Festival. Less than an hour before the show, he tweeted me (! -- he doesn't really @reply people, but I'd tweeted to say we were going and tagged him in it) to let me know it had been cancelled. We went to find the venue anyway, which in itself was hidden in a way which left us really confused, to see what was going on, and someone who worked in another part of the building said they hadn't sold enough tickets, so it had been called off.

At a loss for what to do, and not wanting to come all the way back to Brighton immediately, we decided to head down to Leicester Square and see if there was anyone giving out flyers for comedy nights (there usually is). By a massive, massive fluke, it turned out that Phil was also performing at the Comedy Store (as far as we can tell, he was aiming to do three, if not four separate shows over at least two, possibly three venues, tonight, because he's back on for the 11pm show and ran out of the venue with his guitar as soon as we'd got outside, apparently going somewhere).

We talked to the bouncer outside and by total luck, managed to get the last two tickets, which someone had left on the door for resale. We got in at the end of the first act, and got to see Jeff Innocent and the truly awesome Doc Brown before Phil came on.

He was absolutely brilliant. Some familiar material from older shows we'd seen before on YouTube and clips on TV, but live it brings a completely different feel to it. There was a point where he chased a man out of the room because he was going to the toilet during the show, and then when he came back, Phil climbed on his chair, sang him a song and put his crotch in his face. The man, brilliantly, started to undo Phil's jeans in response. By the end of the gig we'd all seen his rainbow-striped banana hammock, but after the dream sequence in Holy Flying Circus, I suppose it's a bit tame, all things considered.

I was amazed by his ability to get a room full of Brits to sing along to The Only Gay Eskimo. In fact, he got a retired (?) policeman who was there with his wife, daughter and son-in-law to get up on stage and sing a chorus solo. It was bonkers. But brilliant. And hilarious. And totally worth the fucking around with the Dialogue Festival.

All in all, an awesome day. Would totally go to see him live again.

Also, he looks rather attractive with a beard.

I have returned!

Wednesday, 24 August 2011 01:02 am
rosiedoes: (BOB: Heroes)
For anyone interested in my weekend in Devon, jumping out of a plane, falling two miles in 60 seconds and getting tea for the cast of band of brothers, click on the picture below!

rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)


My nonno (my father's father) passed away, this afternoon. He was 89, and had suffered from Parkinson's since before I was born. Over the last six months, his health deteriorated dramatically and suddenly, until Dad and I made an emergency trip out there in February.

He nearly died while we were there, due to a negligent GP, but he hung on until today - despite breaking both hips in a fall a few weeks ago.

One of my clearest memories of him - aside from being the one person who sat with him and held his hand while the doctors tried to unblock a catheter at a critical moment, and the rest of the family flailed around and argued about whose fault it was - was of my brothers and I, then 11, 8 and 6 years old respectively, sitting on the porch at the family's country house and singing rude rhymes in English, while he clapped and cheered, oblivious to the obscenities his grandchildren were chanting.

He was a serious man, with a dry sense of humour. In February, when my cousin's fiance, Gaetano, asked how he was feeling, he glanced at him for a moment and said, "Yeah, I'm going dancing, now," before shuffling into the kitchen in his pyjamas.

Despite being in his late 80s, and working hard for most of his life to support his wife and sons - even moving to Germany for a few years when my father was a child, so that they could afford to rebuild the decrepit family home in Collesano - until Christmas, he was still wandering around the steeply hilled mountain village where he had been born and raised, lugging home food and doing all the things Sicilian men are expected to; a real trooper.

I wish over the years I'd had more time to spend with him, and I think he felt the same, but I'm glad he's passed, because I know he's been in a lot of discomfort and while he was sharp as a knife, mentally, he has had to watch my Nonna - his wife of nearly sixty years - descend into dementia, and I'm glad he's gone before she became unrecognisable.

So, for those of you who drink, raise a glass of Italian red like the wine he used to make from his vinyard, and for those of you who don't, some Nutella on crusty bread is one of the most Italian things in the world. Indulge in his honour.

Buona notte, amore mio. xoxo

*face melts off*

Thursday, 9 June 2011 09:44 am
rosiedoes: (FOB: SrsBiz)
Oh God, coffee. NEED MOAR COFFEE.

Completely exhausted. The Damned Things were amazing last night - I sweated so much by the time I got home at 2am my jeans crunched. Salty.

Found it hilarious that Puddle of Mud were supporting them. I can't even...WUT. I always get the name confused with Mudvayne. Now that would have been hilarious.

Sadly, didn't get a chance to see Andy as I promised I would, but we're going to drive up next time and maybe stay over in the chosen city of gigness, so we'll have more time to go and buy pints [of juice].

Did get to see Joe beforehand. He caught me on the way back into the venue from the ladies - he's cut his hair much shorter (kind of a 90s curtain cut look) and it actually really suits him - at least until he starts headbanging and it goes all fluffy. To be fair, it looked like my hair does when it's short and I let it dry naturally, so I'm not going to mock. XD

I stopped to chat and exchange a mutually sweaty hug for a moment, but then had to dive back in to the end of the Puddle of Mud set so I could fight a giant Norwegian for my view of the stage.

We made friends with a girl of about twelve and her dad who were down in the pit, as well. When the PoM guys threw their picks into the pit, one landed it the crook of my arm, so I gave it to her. There was no reason for me to keep it and the Norwegian PoM fans had already annoyed me too much to consider giving it to them.

Did end up retrieving the phone of a cute punk girl (who was there with a girl who looked like she was probably her twin, but with a massive white (and highly inconvenient) mohawk) after I saw it glowing on the floor. She was very grateful and said thank you at least twice. It was awesome to see people really rocking out for TDT. Old dudes, young women, obnoxious, smelly goth dudes... They declared it the best gig ever, and I like to think they were serious.

After the set there was an hilarious moment of confusion with Rob. He was shaking hands with the crowd, but all my stuff was in my right hand and it would be awkward to change, so I put my hand out to high-five him. He did not appear to understand the motion. I guess he's too cool for that; and I say that with no irony at all. He did get it in the end, though. I hate those weird, same-hand handshakes...

I didn't see it happen, but apparently Keith stage dived at the end of the set and they dropped him. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

When the set was done we had to run and get the train back, so I only had time to stop and say happy birthday to Josh and ask him to tell Andy I said 'hi' and sorry I couldn't wait around to chat. Ended up emailing him on the train. He said it was okay, but I did feel a bit bad. I promised I'd make the time, after the last show, and I don't think saying 'hello' to me is going to make or break his night, but he's a good dude and I like to keep my word.

All in all, another good one from my boys. Shame that Lib and Michelle didn't make it along, but I'm sure they'll be there next time.

It did leave me with tinnitus so bad I really felt like my head was in one of those electrical substation things, with electricity buzzing overhead, but even that was worth it...

Photos from Sicily

Friday, 18 March 2011 09:28 pm
rosiedoes: (Place: Sicilia)
I didn't really do a blog when I came back, so here are some photos from my visit.

Sad news.

Friday, 18 March 2011 10:10 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)
Yesterday, I heard from a dear friend of many years - someone I have known since we were in our mid-teens and used to speak to on the phone for hours a night, and were so close we would fall asleep holding hands. In January, her mother, someone I knew well, was killed in an accident. She was only 63, and Vicky was an only child. She's moved home to live with her stepdad for a while, so he's not by himself.

They're both absolutely devastated.

This article from a local newspaper explains what happened. I hope the man responsible is stabbed in the throat with a sharpened toothbrush, in prison.

A HORSE rider was killed after being hit by a van while she was out on a morning ride.

Jane Mitchinson, 63, of The Close, Brentwood, was on her horse with a friend in Ashwells Road, Pilgrim Hatch, when a white Toyota van collided with them at 9.50am on Sunday.

Ms Mitchinson, who was secretary of the Brentwood and District Talking Newspaper, was thrown from her horse into a nearby ditch by the collision.

Roads had to closed in the area while rescue services attended the scene but despite their best efforts, paramedics and a doctor from Essex Air Ambulance pronounced Ms Mitchinson dead at the scene.

Along with the inuries sustained by the fall, Ms Mitchinson also suffered a cardiac arrest which was believed to have been caused from chest injuries from the incident.

The other rider, a Brentwood man, was thrown off his saddle and treated by paramedics at the scene and taken to Queens Hospital, in Romford, with minor injuries.

Both horses were also flung into the ditch with one dying at the scene while the other had to be put down later on because of it’s injuries.

The 51-year-old driver of the van was arrested on suspicion of causing death by dangerous driving and has been released on bail until March 19 while enquiries continue.

Ms Mitchinson, who also volunteered with the Brentwood University of the Third Age, leaves a partner and a daughter – tributes have poured in to her from members of the Brentwood community.
rosiedoes: (Sherlock: Not Good.)
A little bird tells me someone needs a wahmbulance. *snork* I'm just going to get my tiny violin, brb.

Went to see Paul again. Still love it. The Odeon here was absolutely plastered in posters from the film, upstairs. They've changed the screen to a bigger one, strangely, because none of the three viewings we saw there were sold out.

Afterward, we went to dinner at a Thai place called the Giggling Squid, which was really good, but we decided we didn't want to have dessert there. We were wandering across the Lane, talking about how we wanted a place that was just for desserts, turned a corner, and there was a brand new place called Cloud 9, which just does ice cream, cakes and teas and stuff like that. Peanut butter ice cream. Fuck yes!

We've also been discussing something very cool, which would be a huge project and I don't want to talk about too much right now. Not until we have everything in place. But if it comes off, it will be epic.

Very enjoyable day, all in all. :)

Mmm, weekend.

Saturday, 12 March 2011 02:29 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Deergirl)
God, I'm loving this weekend - apart from one obvious, serious aspect.

Had a day off yesterday and went up to Kilburn to see Iko play an accoustic set. By 'Iko' I really mean Neil and Kieran, the two members of the band who used to be in Buffseeds. They still introduce me to people as 'Buffseeds' biggest fan' which is adorable. We engaged in a little Euro Millions lottery syndicate and they played one of their old songs, Sparkle Me, deliberately disguising it on the set list so I would be surprised when they played it. I cried a little bit and remembered more of the lyrics than Kieran did - and he wrote it!

This morning, I got up, watched more news about Japan - the only really dreadful and sad part of the weekend, so far; something I really don't love about this weekend (a lot of my colleagues and our clients are from or based in Japan) - and made some American-style pancakes with bacon, eggs and maple syrup. Best pancakes I've ever made.

Later, we're going to see Paul (for the fourth time) with our friend, Faye, and then out for some food. Although I can barely stand to think about food, right now - so full. I'm supposed to be going to two separate birthday parties tonight, as well, and was invited to a third which I definitely can't make.

Tomorrow, I'm probably just going to sleep my face off. And watch The Boat that Rocked. *success!baby face*

Balls.

Sunday, 27 February 2011 09:57 pm
rosiedoes: (Default)
Bob's processor has more or less died. I'm going to have to send him to the TechGuys again, but when they had Julie's laptop recently they failed to fix it twice and kept it for over a month in total.

I'd been planning to buy my friend's netbook to cover the absence, but then I had to spend a lot of money on flights to Sicily unexpectedly, so now things will be a bit tight.

Luckily, I still have Reg and access from work, otherwise, this would be even more of a pain in the arse.

In other news, went to see Paul again last night. The first time, my belt undid itself. This time the metal button on my jeans actually broke off. I guess nerds just have that effect on me...

The film is still awesome. We enjoyed noticing the stuff we didn't have time to catch the first time around. I already have a bit of a premise for a fic, but I'm not sure I'll bother.... Might keep it in my head. XD
rosiedoes: (Mood: sXe)
Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuurgh.

This is about as coherent as I feel today.

Yesterday, I spent almost 14 hours on my feet, NSOing and prancing around in pink sparkly knickers (over my jeans), arm wrestling in Mexican wrestling masks, atrocious karaoke, body popping with Betsy and explaining to Sophia why it was okay for her to take a poo in the pub toilet.

Yes. It was that classy.

And I was stone cold sober.



L-R: Neil's Girlfriend, Neil, The Mighty Mighty Bash, Bebe Bruiser (pink mask), (behind) Derby Stopout, Flash Bang Wallop, Blaze of Gory (yes, Gory), Me (blue mask), Lady Lazarus, (behind) Sal Gore, Rose Bleed, Lady Gag'er, (front) Jubacca, t'POW, Mass Janeycide.

There are so many amazing girls who were with us yesterday, who didn't make that pic. Taco Hell's little sister, Elisa, was selling Mexican sugar skulls and masks to raise money for the league she's setting up in Mexico to buy skates with.

It's so nice, that despite obvious competition - this is a competitive contact sport, after all - the leagues get on like one massive family. All the girls are so sweet. And the Rockers had a great time, freshies to the first round of girls. It was really nice.

Even if I saw a little more flesh than I really would have liked... ;)

Awkward...

Monday, 25 October 2010 09:47 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: sXe)
Well. That felt kind of uncomfortable.

I don't know that many people in that room really got it, and I don't think there were many who were straight edge at all. One woman, as soon as a question was asked about the pervasive nature of alcohol in social settings, started saying people were judging her for drinking. She hadn't spoken at all before that point, and I had no idea whether she drunk at all. It seems so ironic that, after years of being called weird and pressured and told supposed friends would spike your drink for the fun of breaking your pledge to yourself, people who drink of their own free will would claim persecution when they come to a talk about the minority group.

At the end, Gabriel invited people to come up and speak to him directly, and I stopped by just to say thanks and note that it was ultimately Andy, and Jay who had been in bands with him years before, people who - in the latter case - I consider very dear friends, who had influenced me and supported me in my becoming and staying edge. He responded by saying he didn't really know Andy, having only spoken to him on the phone, that he seemed like a nice guy and then... that he'd had more objections to Andy's section and more reviews saying, "Yeah, great book, but you shouldn't have included him."

Firstly, I don't know that I - as a master of tactlessness - would have said that to someone who had essentially just said, "The guy in your book is someone I know and who has been a significant influence for me."

It felt almost dismissive - not of me, so much, but of Andy, really. He commented that he'd "be lying if [he] said [he] hadn't" been interested in having someone of that level of fame in the book and that the publishers had wanted it.

I sort of felt like I had to defend the passion and legitimacy of Andy's beliefs, even if I didn't follow the anarcho-primitivism ethos myself.

It was uncomfortable and I don't really know if it was because Gabriel is Austrian and doesn't articulate himself as well in English as maybe he could if it was his first language, but he asked me how I met Andy and when I left he asked my name and shook my hand, so maybe it was just how he came across.

Somehow, though, I felt like I was being judged on the basis of how I discovered edge and the factions of the people who introduced me to it... which was exactly what he seemed to want to negate in his talk.
rosiedoes: (Mood: sXe)
Across the road from our house, they're holding a talk with Gabriel Kuhn tonight, about his book on straight edge.

The book has contributions from Andy*, which makes it particularly interesting.

I'd really like to go, but [livejournal.com profile] shiny_starlight is working and I don't want to go by myself.

I'm a bit scared of the anarchists, to tell you the truth. I'm nervous that I won't be proactive enough for them and that I would be tempted to point out that organised anarchists with a designated and permanent HQ are possibly slightly missing the point.



* He did come back to me, btw; next tour I have promised to stay and say 'hi' properly... looks like we [livejournal.com profile] shiny_starlight will be driving to that gig, then.
rosiedoes: (FOB: Size)
That was the most ridiculous train journey home, ever. Middle-aged women should not have to hoist husbands who are too drunk to stand into their seats. Nor should they have to do full-on, comedy face-bloats as they puke in their own mouths in a carriage full of people. Also, dapper old guys in their sixties should not stagger sideways across a platform, fall onto the train, off of the train, and then puke red wine all over the floor.

This is England! You should not reduce groups of very sober twenty-somethings, who have never met before, to giggle fits and discussing the best form of parkour to utilise to escape the train without being covered in sick.

I am disapprove, old people.

But anyway. Tonight was genuinely awesome. We were stunned and appalled by how empty the venue was, and even more appalled by the singer of the Japanese Voyeurs, because she was obnoxious. The Damned Things more than made up for it, though.

I nearly got in a punch up in the middle of the set, again. At one point some overly-made-up bint tried to elbow us out of the way - no "excuse me, do you mind if I take a photo?" or anything, just elbows and unnecessary shoving in a really sparse crowd - so I did a derby move on her and nearly floored her sideways. Then her twiggly little hipster boyfriend started pulling (lightly) on my arms and asking what I'd done that for, so I raised my fist and told him to back the fuck off. He did. And then a security guard came over and bollocked him for touching me.

Never fuck with derby girls, my friend. Never.

But yeah. Andy has completely shaved and cut his hair really, really short. Like, The Kill Pill short. He looks about 19 again. We didn't get time to chat, but he was lurking near us, so we did that little wave-grin-mouthe-'howareyoudoing?'-nod-thumbs-up-'you?'-'good!'-grin thing. I emailed him on the way home to say sorry for not stopping to chat, but it's been so long since I contacted him I don't know how frequently he uses that address, now.

Keith is getting a bit chubby, it has to be said. When I first met them, in spring, he was much more svelte, and he was oddly attractive but I didn't fancy him. Now he's plumped up a little bit I did actually find him quite cute (bizarrely, a girl I think is his sister-in-law friended me on Twitter recently - she seems to follow tons of people).

Josh kept wandering back and forth, looking annoyed; then he tweeted that BA had lost his clothes and guitars for the second time in a week, so he was notably pissed off. We would have been too; what a bunch of knobgobblers. We offered to buy him a drink when we saw him later, but he had one from the rider already.

The other three were just themselves at that point, really. We'd seen Rob through the window of the restaurant next to the Garage on our way in and given him a wave, but didn't see him in the venue. When they came on, they played Friday Night and Ironiclast to get things going and then about a song later I caught a glimpse of something bright flying at me and a sharp pain in my arm. It turned out it was a pick. Now, I was standing three people back on stage left. In front of me from right to left, were Rob, Scott, Keith, Andy at the back, Josh and Joe. Joe was at the far, far left from the audience's POV. Guess who threw it. Yep. The full width of the stage and three rows back and it hit like someone flicking my arm - it actually stung. As Lib pointed out, he's probably used to playing arenas and having to throw it that far. But my God, I was shocked. I really thought it had been Scott as he was nearest. Good arm, Bambi.

After the set, Joe came out of the backstage door right next to us, with Josh, and we stopped and chatted to them. Pleasingly, he recognised us right away and seemed pleased that we'd shown up (I guess the fact that most FOB fans had gone to MCR had left him thinking none of the fans would be there to see them). I told him about the pick incident and he poked at my old self-harm scars and jokingly asked if he'd caused them when he threw it. (Oh, Joseph... *eyeroll*).

He and Josh stood and talked to us for quite a bit until we were interrupted, and then when the girl he knew wandered backstage, we paused to say bye and asked him to thank the other guys for us. He wanted to know why we were leaving (the staff were chucking people out) and seemed to have expected an afterparty in the venue, which he was a bit disappointed wasn't happening. There was a slightly weird and awkward moment when he said something like, "So... yeah..." and lifted up an arm. I think I just stared at him blankly, not sure if he wanted a hi-five or a handshake and then he said, "Yeah, give me a hug, man, thanks for coming out to see us."

I was taken aback and clearly everyone noticed because on the way out Lib said, "You weren't expecting that hug at all, were you?" No. Nope. Definitely not. Joe's not traditionally that huggy; in fact, I'm sure he's been quoted as saying (or maybe even tweeted) he doesn't like hugging people he doesn't know.

He's a really good dude, though, and I'm glad that even though certain members of bandom went out of their way to try to make the guy hate me, he doesn't seem to at all. Just goes to show, I guess: be genuine and people are going to be much more accepting.

One last little bit of cute: he wasn't wearing a ring, but he referred to Marie as his 'wife' so I'm guessing they married over the summer. I'm honestly so pleased for them, I've never seen the guy look as happy as he does now - both on stage and off - and that makes me so happy. It's almost like a big-sisterly fondness. I'm really proud of him. I'm proud of all of them, of course, but especially Joe, because I feel like he's come out of his shell much more and found his confidence. He spoke on stage twice tonight; he used to chicken out the second he stepped up to the mic at FOB shows. I feel like that says a lot.

I am what I am.

Friday, 15 October 2010 11:22 pm
rosiedoes: (Sherlock: John!Facepalm)
Why must everyone be a stroppy teenager about everything?

*headdesk*

In other news (or perhaps topically), Facebook are fucking mental and decided that my name - my real name, the one on my passport, and the one my colleagues call me - is in fact fake, and have disabled my account until such time as I give them my "real" one. Which it already is and which I was already using.

How did we come to this? Well, their automated system would not accept my roller derby name (long explanation, if you don't know roller derby, but think of it kind of somewhere between an alterego and a stage name and then assume everyone who plays the sport only knows you by that roller derby name and not the one your parents gave you) so, using their help form as provided, I asked if it would be possible for it to be added as the alternate name or as a nickname. Their response was to tell me my real name was fake (proving that 'Natalia' who emailed me back had not read my email at all and just made random assumptions, as it clearly explained what the circumstances were) and disable my perfectly legitimate account.

So, if you had me friended and now can't find me, this is why. I haven't blocked you, the fucking idiots have blocked me.
rosiedoes: (Sherlock: Love)
Just bought myself a nice grey, military great coat on eBay. Because I am a ninja bidder who comes in at the last minute and ruins your fucking day.

£31.01.

Isn't it lovely?



It is not the massive, flowy kind Sherlock has, but it is a genuine military coat and may date from 1942. My WWII geek is delirious about that. Just need to figure out where from when it arrives.

Meh.

Sunday, 5 September 2010 10:15 pm
rosiedoes: (Sherlock: John!Unpleased)
I'm currently on a 12 hour fast before a blood test tomorrow morning.

The annoying thing is that I have a really bad cough, which I know will affect the results and mean I have to have another round of blood tests in a couple of weeks.

Going to go to bed in a minute but work tomorrow is going to be miserable. So much to get done and nowhere near enough time to do it.
rosiedoes: (Sherlock: 3 Patch Problem)
So, my knee was fine until I fell on it really heavily three times at practice today. Over all, it was a good practice, but now my leg feels really quite pathetic and feeble. Coming out of the gym it felt like it was just going to give way (which, given the problems with the quadriceps insertion is a possibility).

I also have a cold, right now. I'm exhausted and frankly feel physically quite miserable. I hope I'm better by Saturday, as Vicky is coming down to visit properly for the first time in about five years.

Unfortunately, I see a hell of a lot of non-weekends in my future. I will be so glad when the office move is over with.

Also, I still have patches of that rash. I can't wait for my blood test on Monday, so I can have some answers. Mind you, it took them weeks and five instances of blood taking to get anything, last year. *head desk*

I hope this gets sorted soon. I'm so tired of being ill.

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