on over-medication.

time, once more is running out on me. deadlines are approaching faster than i can get out of bed. so what else would i be doing right now, other than waiting for my new friend, the plumber, to come back from his lunch and continue drilling.
got a call yesterday from the guy at the gate saying that the ceiling underneath me has been ruined and there's a lot of water coming through. water underneath my bedroom floor. you know... pipes just get old and things need to be replaced and everyday life dealt with. so i'm dealing.
otherwise, i saw a photograph on facebook today, posted by H who i went out with on saturday. the photograph show me talking to the guy i very publicly made out with. didn't sleep with him though... was hairy, had my periods and couldn't generally be bothered. couldn't be bothered because despite the temporary sex-goddess in me that raised it's shiny and pretty head during the little vacation i had from being an emancipated single girl in london, my mojo and libido are pretty much down to minus 2000 again. am contemplating shaving my legs for the little 'drinks thing' tomorrow though. who know...perhaps i'll even survive the sex bit. it's a good thing H posted the photo because i for one was definitely not sure what A looked like. well, now i know.
i don't get lasting image-memories from reality these days. blame the medication. everything is a bit of a blur and it's hard to give a fuck.
oh, great, my friend is back. drilling. drilling. drilling.... away.
he had his first cup of peppermint tea today. first in his life. and he's very proud that he's in such great shape to be able t fit in tight areas. whatever way you interpret that.
tonight i'm going to the theater with my wonderful flatmates who are moving out on saturday into their Washington CC as M has put it. the flat is in a council estate in Waterloo and the estate looks a bit like a small medieval castle, from a very low and far angle obviously. so M has taken to calling it the Council Castle, and lately just CC. when they move out i'll have more space and more air, but also absolutely noone to immediately bounce back from when another attack is aimed at me by me. i'm considering doing an english language course soon. it's time for me to start learning the language i believe.

oh, and who the fuck cares about human dignity anyways?

love me,
Big D.

ps. apologies for the rude language.