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| 2007-07-12: Eight! Eight vials – those vampires wanted eight whole vials of my blood! Nothing makes strangers into friends faster for me than when they’re about to pull out a needle and stick me with it. Has our relationship been lagging as of late; has conversational effort gone slack? Why don’t you come at me with something sharp then! I will ask you all about your family and your job and your thoughts on the Middle East and listen affably to your answers, at least until the white snow completely obscures my vision and I drift off unhappily into La-la-nowhere Land. For the record, I did not pass out because the man told me that if I did, he’d have to stop and we’d need to start all over again some other day. Can you believe I let a man put a needle in my arm? Twice?! Me neither! Anyway, I’m a few vials (eight!) of blood short and ready to find out that I’m glucose deficient or from Pluto or sumink. Bring it on, England! Things have happened this week to make me smile and cry and get angry, different things, but I don’t feel like I can talk about them here so I just plain won’t. Instead, I will tell you that I’m going to see Daniel Johnston perform this evening, in a church. It will be a very intimate gathering of good music, heartbreaking vocals and possibly Christ-related ranting and sobbing (not by me, I hope!). I’m suddenly reminded of that time I was in hospital. Hmmm, yes. We’ve heard that one before. But did you know that the toe ring I thought I’d lost under the bed or in the group therapy session room was mailed to me by my mother in the pocket of some old clothing quite recently? I suspect not. The clothing went straight to the charity shop and the ring is back on my toe where it looks more ridiculous than it probably did five years ago. But a place for everything and everything in its place, someone-or-other is always saying. Otherwise, everything is as it should be. The magazine editor is farting away, the sales guy is on the phone whispering desperate nothings to his wife (How long are we going to be doing this for?) and I’m trying like the dickens to work out how to fit everything I want to do into a schedule that is already locked down by work, television and good times. Oh, and it was looking as though we’d have to give Croatia a miss but it’s back on again, for £20 a night. You can’t beat £20 a night! Not unless they’re offering it to you for £19.50.Drop stitch - 2009-11-24 A vast distance - 2009-11-23 Night trains - 2009-11-22 Please - 2009-11-22 Surely Hal has more references - 2009-11-21 |
