True story

His dad had died a few months before. Then he lost his job. There was more stuff. Then he got ill. He kept getting colds, stomach bugs, was exhausted, couldn't stand for long without having to have to go back to bed.
Eventually he went to see his GP.
After a few minutes conversation, describing the symptoms, the doctor looked at him and said "I think you're depressed."
He looked at the doctor and in all seriousness, said "Well wouldn't you be if you were as ill as I am??"

The doctor laughed uncontrollably for 5 minutes before he managed to get himself together enough to say "No, the illness is depression!"
Even he laughed at that!

True story, a friend of mine.

Stuff has happened that I'm pretty angry about.
There has been a suicide in the family.
There has been some rotten work stuff.
There has been stuff with LBJ that has made me angry with the world.

I need some space to think.

A week off wasted.
Massive agoraphobic attack in town has left me confined to the bedroom and hungry as I fled before food shopping.

Maybe better later.

Stop it... please just stop it.

The neighbour is doing DIY.
He started hammering at 7pm, and is still going on. He will be going on until about midnight.
Its a regular occurrence, but I really, really don't need it tonight.

Things that have amused me this week.

Telling the Jehovah's Witness that came to the door that I don't agree with his churches policy of murdering children by denying them basic medical care and that he was a sick and twisted little man.
Telling the Mormon that came to the door he was no better than a Jehovah's Witness, and that I was getting a bit sick of these child abusers in the guise of religious maniacs coming to the door.
Telling the Conservative candidate that I was registered to vote in the city and that I would rather pull out my own eyes than vote for his selfish, hate filled, racist, destructive party... Especially as I'm not registered to vote there.

Serves all of them right for ruining my dinner on three successive evenings.

Whats that sound?

Well, there have been a few days of extreme fatigue and tiredness and falling asleep standing up while working. Mostly due to lack of sleep, trying to adjust from nights to days - stuff like that.

Weird/gross moment of the week... month... year... Well it better be - I don't want to have a grosser moment, lets put it that way.

I was feeling tired and a little sick. My diet and digestion have been suffering from the time swings... and I needed the loo. I got into the stall and sat quietly. I have a problem with public toilets, I find them very difficult to use and prefer not to unless I really have to, all due to an incident in childhood where an old man all but climbed over the cubicle partition as I used the toilet. But I manage and try not to let it affect me too much.
Anyway... I'm sat there trying to mind my own... errr... business... and I hear someone go into the stall next to me. Eeek. I don't like this so I'm now being very quiet and trying to make as little noise as possible. I'm also trying hard not to listen to my new neighbour. But something is worming its way into my consciousness. There's a noise. A human made noise. What on earth...? Well its not a body function... it's kind of rhythmic... definitely biological... what is going on?

Oh... Oh no... surely not?

Yup, its the only possible explanation.
He's knocking one out, flicking one off the wrist... He's having a wank. At 11am. In work. With someone (more importantly ME!) in the cubicle next door - less than a metre away.

Thankfully, as this dawns on me, I am finished and manage to get out, wash my hands and leave before the Phantom Yanker emerges from his Fortress of Solitude.
I am happy for people to do what they want in private... But ah, come on! On second thoughts... Don't come on!

Eww.

I wrote a long post.
I wasn't worth the effort.