Fandaaaaaaaah! I suppose it was worth getting up to hear the distant rumbling. I just hope it doesn't knock out the 'leccy again.
I keep asking them for the drugs to end it since they're clearly hell-bent on making my life as intolerable as possible but they refuse to do that either. I might have the ingredients for a suitably lethal cocktail but there's a high risk it won't kill me and will just leave me with brain damage.
The cat also left a deposit next to the bog. It doesn't smell of shite but it doesn't look like puke. I've cleaned it up as best I can. Can't fault her for trying, the rare times she goes indoors she always does it next to the toilet.
My doctor timed my methylphenidate and sleeping drugs to run out right at the start of the Christmas break.
Now he's timed my anti-anxiety drugs to run out on the anniversary of Michèle's murder.
It's hard to dismiss this as an accident, just an "unfortunate coincidence".
Döner und arschen, so fed up with spending 24 hours a day in bed, but 30 seconds after getting up I've decided staying in bed is the better option. Being up is a load of shite.
I also need to find somewhere that delivers kebabs that don't taste of cardboard. Preferably by teleportation so I don't have to answer the door, because opening the door risks letting some outside in, and I don't want any of that malarky in here.