SpiderWebbed - 02/21 November 2003 / part 1
Hello Matey-Pops,
Keith's daughter, Emma, is here, she drove down yesterday after working a 130 hour week, nursing in Edinburgh.
It's 5pm Sunday and she was tired so Keith and I came down here so she could crash out for a bit.
She's crashed out on keith's bed and he's crashed out on mine 'cos he got arseholed on White Lightening all day.
I've not been having a good time, felt shite about not being able to stay in touch with Lucy, plus the usual
crap. It's really horrible to have painful thoughts and feelings that you can't control. I was really tired after
all the hard work for the festival and instead of taking it easy, the flow was in the opposite direction,
an upwards velocity, burning, burning, and I was burning the candle at all three ends.
I knew it was all coming to a head and it did, last night, we were all off our tits in the pub, they wanted us out, even though it was 12 o' clock closing again, for Goth weekend this time. Called last orders about 11:20 and the next thing I knew we all had a couple of pints and doubles in front of us, some of the chaps had done it on badness so that there was no way they were getting us out in less than an hour.
I don't know why I didn't go back to my mates with them but I ended up wandering all over the shop, up to the abbey n'all, out of my fucking nut on speed, alcohol and hash like a lunatic in the rain.
I eventually got back here in agony from my right foot, Emma reckons I've broken a bone, I can hardly fucking walk and it's agony when I do but i'm being philosophical about it because something was needed to slow me down and as these things go it's not too bad. I've got Keith's nice stick with the horn on it just as his heel's getting better and Emma was laughing at us both. Can't get it X-Rayed or treated today so will go to hospital tomorrow and see what the damage is. Having haggis 'n tatties later 'cos Emma brought a haggis down with her. I feel quite good because I knew things were hurtling into oblivion 'cos I could feel it and the amount of vodka I've drunk and hash 'n skunk smoked in a week is fucking unbelievable even for me, I've been totally off the fucking map, stumbling blindly along like a complete idiot.
Sonia told me to get a shave the other night. I said "I don't care anymore, nobody wants me," and she said "I don't fucking care, just get a fucking shave!" So I did. So now that things have crashed and I've done this to my foot I can deal with it and it's gonna slow me down for a while. Keith's just woken up and gone for a pee, ta-ta for now... Emma has just been down and she's gone up with Keith to do some food but she wasn't totally happy about the fact that he'd got so wankered by 4 o'clock Sunday afternoon.
