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desperanceSo I went out at two o'clock, and now it's midnight; and I ... forgot to take my codeine with me. Turns out that standing looking up at things (as it might be art, as it might be people on a stage) is really bad for whatever exact thing it is that's hacking at my shoulder & neck; and that ibuprofen and co-codamol can't really cut it any more.
Home now, though. Hot bath, warm bed, little fuzzies and little white pills. Just a couple, for I am anal about painkillers; I always want to hold something back in case it gets worse later.
Talking of things getting worse, I come home all stressed about my own ouchie and learn that Rob Holdstock has died. It would be quite good if the universe would stop fucking with good people now, thank you.
Home now, though. Hot bath, warm bed, little fuzzies and little white pills. Just a couple, for I am anal about painkillers; I always want to hold something back in case it gets worse later.
Talking of things getting worse, I come home all stressed about my own ouchie and learn that Rob Holdstock has died. It would be quite good if the universe would stop fucking with good people now, thank you.