“Good taste is better than bad taste but bad taste is better than no taste” - Arnold Bennett

Oh deary me, tonight you find me very very very intoxicated, if you were here there would be no question I would not answer openly and honestly, but you're not, so ya boo sucks...

Somehow for three consecutive days I forgot my antidepressants, and all it's reminded me is how messed up I am, I feel quite quite awful. I really cannot face the end of my medication, but end it must, I suppose.

I haven't seen Billie in well over a week, how  I miss her. She was away at Tea in the Park  , near Glasgow, for several days, her first music festival.
Whilst super groovy for her, miserable for old Dad. It means I haven't spoke to anyone who's not me for very much quite a while, and to be honest, I'm quite sick of the sound of my own (thankfully still internal) voice.

Work continues to implode. Busier and busier, busier and busier, plus the inevitable collapse of my familiar routine. Don't get me wrong, I haven't felt this wretched in quite the longest of times.

I'm trying to think of an upside, er, nothing, nothing....

Be seeing you?

I can't make you love me... from yakkowarner on 8tracks Radio.

“Yesterday is ashes; tomorrow wood. Only today the fire shines brightly” - Eskimo Proverb

“There is not enough time to do all the nothing we want to do.” - Bill Watterson

I just can't seem to get properly drunk anymore. A bottle of wine tonight and all I feel is pensive. I dread stopping the anti-depressants, as someday soon I must.

Work is in such a turmoil, all is change, and sadly not for the good. Plus I have to attend a second inquest soon, I hope the coroner doesn't recognise me!

On the upside I have about half the money saved for another trip to Florida with Billie. We both acknowledge that this will probably be the last holiday we have together, probably forever, so hang the expense, i have a new passport and a credit card, let's go for it (in October).

I'm so very bored, but of course the tablets keep petty worries at bay, but I'd like someone to talk to that isn't me or you. If that someone was a lady, even more interesting, but of course this will never be.
 

Regrets? I've had a few... from yakkowarner on 8tracks Radio.

“I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike?” - Jean Cocteau