Black Doggerel

whoa, this is bad. very groggy, almost hallucinating, and the cough has already got to the point where I have a sharp pain in my diaphragm when I breathe.

however, I don't think I'm hallucinating that my electric meter went from £15 to less than £10 while I was away. wtf?? I left the fridge and freezer on and although I had the 'puter running (it was doing stuff while I was gone) the monitor was switched off. My heating and hot water are included in the rent and not connected to the electric.

Seriously, those numbers might make sense if I'd left the fucking oven on or something, but I didn't, so I say again, wtf??? are those stories of electricity leaking out of the sockets true after all, or have the Feegles acquired a time machine that runs on mains electricity or something?

I feel too crappy to do anything about it, but the money I put in on Friday was supposed to last two weeks (which it usually DOES) and at this rate it's going to last one. it's a good job I feel too crap to eat anyway; that means I can cut the extra out of the grocery money...

who is it that has that Feeglespotting icon? I want to steal it. Can I?

bleargh. so much still to write up from the weekend. The people, the Chinese food, the reason the animatronic T.Rex means I have to write a new verse for The Hedgehog Can Never Be Buggered At All (see title for a clue), meeting christinuviel, Regent's Park, my brief glimpse of Bifest and the view off Blackfriars Bridge (and how I was humming the eponymous TMTCH song as I crossed it) and all kinds of fun things.

trouble is, one of you sick buggers has given me your foul germs (I suspect benjamin_sisko because I too have the Dalek voice now) and I'm sick as a fucking parrot and don't feel up to typing much now.

fortunately, I met one of my neighbours - I think I'll christen him Stark for LJ purposes, he has the same wide-eyed batshit insane enthusiastic quality and I can just picture him doing the "my side your side" routine - and he gave me a pack of flu-strength Lem-sip with added decongestant, so I might feel better later - or at least well enough to walk to the shops and buy some ginger and cold meds of my own.

see, this is why I don't tell Stark to fuck off when he knocks on my door at midnight needing Rizlas, and why I lent downstairs couple with the Dingo bus fare a few weeks back. Karma. Downstairs couple are friends with a butcher at the Conservative club and they paid me back in marrow bones, and today I have decongestants.

oh wonderful.

Not only do I feel like something I'd scrape off the bottom of my shoe, I'm now being attacked by rampant paranoia. Lovely. Just fucking lovely.

Sometimes, boys and girls, they really are out to get you.

I. Never. Get. Ill.

I. Never. Get. Ill.

I. Never. Get. Ill.

If I keep saying it it may stay true. I have a sore throat and my nose is running like mad - the thing is, I'm not sure if there's actually something wrong or if it's just irritation from the enormous quantity of dust generated by the kitchenwork.

Obviously I'll feel just as crappy either way - what matters is whether I might be contagious or not. And I've no idea. Bah.

I'd go break something but I don't have the energy.

The good news is that the kitchen's going to look fucking fabulous. They've put the units and worktop in and the sink's connected up. I chose white for the units (it was that or beige), but I was never asked about drawer and cupboard handles... it turns out those are made of tubular steel and they're absolutely perfect - they have the exact right look to go with what I wanted. I love Bournemouth Council more every day.

Spike bit me and my hand hurts. Not on purpose - we were playing tug/keep-away and one of us misjudged a bit, and I got teeth in the soft part where the thumb joins the hand. Bled like a motherfucker and it's all sore and starting to swell up in an ominous bruised fashion. Of course it had to be my leash-holding ball-throwing hand. Waaahhhhh!!!

And I think I'm coming down with something. Really really sore throat and swollen glands and feeling generally crapsome. What the fuck? I was only ill a couple of months ago, by my usual schedule it should be at least eight months before I get ill again.

*whine whine whine bitch grump grouch piss moan grumble whine whine whine*

I noticed terri_osborne and crusherdisciple getting absolutely accurate results on this little Stargate quiz, so I took it for a giggle...

( And what do you know, so did I )

Still sick. Yurgh. Annoyingly, the combination of flu and coffee makes me nauseous so I'm drinking a lot of black tea with lemon. I could do with some herbal tea - rosehip or echinacea for preference - but naturally enough I can't get it at One Stop so I'm sticking with Sainsbury's Gold Label. I only have that in the house because I spent the summer shagging kev_music_lover and he doesn't like coffee. You can see why that one never went beyond the friendly occasional shag level...

Anyway, yurgh.

Well, we survived the grocery shopping. I hate going with Mum... she walks round painfully slowly and kept stopping to talk to people, but we were both feeling too feak and weeble to go on our own - she wanted someone strong to heave her gallons of white wine about and I needed someone with a car to drive my hundredweight of dogfood home - it's not a long walk, but it's a long way to carry something heavy.

I've got so used to always having my discman that it was a uniquely horrible experience walking round Asda without my own soundtrack. I could hear all the squalling kiddies and the foul canned music - at least it wasn't bloody Xmas music any longer, but it was bad enough. And I really could have done without Mum yattering to Ossie on the checkout for ten minutes, especially as he apparently can't talk and scan shopping at the same time - the faces in the queue behind us were getting distinctly stony...

Both Mum and I have been taking extra vitamin C while we've been ill, in the form of those effervescent orange tablets. I plopped mine into a glass this evening and was waiting for it to dissolve when Squish poked his head round the door in a state of great worry and trepidation. He kept coming into the room but not quite daring to approach me... it took a minute or so to work out that he was frightened of the sound the fizzing liquid was making in the glass. This is a dog that isn't fazed by thunderstorms and actually enjoys coming outside to watch fireworks with me... I couldn't get him to come within five feet of the glass until after I'd dipped my fingers in it and proved to him that it tasted good. If he actually has a brain between those ravishing satin ears, (and the jury's still out on that) it's a bloody strange one.

As I write this, Spike is on my bed carefully rearranging my pillows for his comfort. He's going to be disappointed, since I'm going back there myself in a few minutes. I'd be happy to share with him, myself, but he's too jumpy, light-sleeping and touch-sensitive to sleep anywhere but alone. He gets to use mine when I'm not in it though, as a special Alpha Dog privilege. And he makes a nice warm patch for me...

Going back to bed to watch some more B5 now. My new favourite line, from Rising Star: "All love is unrequited, Stephen."

Oh, and "I hope you've brought a change of underwear..."

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what your fate is. Hey, at least you're cute.

Maybe that's your fate. You're fated to be cute,
and you have good taste.


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Urgh... not as recovered as all that, I find. Finally took the Black Pack out footballing, and I had to come home after only half an hour, weak, wobbly and headachey. But they were so glad not to be shut in the house all day, poor little buggers... Squish racing the wind in huge circles and Spike dancing round me in small bouncy ones, it was more than worth it.

Didn't find the squeaky doughnut. I suppose I'll have to buy a third one... it's bound to turn up if I do...

Have to go shopping in a few minutes. Neither of us has had the strength to leave the house for days, but we're out of coffee, dogfood and toilet paper now so there really is no alternative... let's hope we make it safely...

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I managed to get some coffee down me and stayed in my chair long enough to catch up with the boards, but it got too much after a bit and I had to go lie down. Spent the whole afternoon drifting in and out of hallucinatory half dreams... Terran as a real physical place you could walk into, decorated in black and orange... a murdered blonde girl in a music video... a hospital...

My dogs are going to kill and eat me if they have to go two days without a walk...

One gloriously disgusting moment this morning when I had a coughing fit with a cigarette in my mouth and the sharp intake of breath between coughs sucked the whole damn thing down my throat... ack! I've gone down from frell-knows how many a day to about three for the duration though - just enough to avoid nicotine withdrawal.