February 28th, 2003

me

I'm having a Douglas Adams moment...

Richard brought home takeaway from the restaurant in Chinatown that we used to go to all the time. Haven't been there much since I've been working in London Bridge, but we went there a few weeks ago and were reminded how damn good the food is. So I ate my Chinese takeaway, and it was so good it was threatening to make me angry.

Actually, I was already angry. I came home from visiting my mum to write 90% of a very long rant, before running out of steam. I'll post it in a bit, but it'll be locked to a specific friends group - please don't be offended if you can't read it, it's just about some quite personal stuff. Reading other people's journals made me feel better (I thought I was going to kill adjectivemarcus for this post, but then I realised it had cheered me up immensely), and then the food helped too, and now I'm just ill, stressed and tired, but fairly perky, rather than the insanely angry that I was when I got in 2 hours ago.

Blah. I hate certain selected parts of my life. I hate the illness and the birth family parts, and I love my friendships, relationships and chosen family. I expect most people's birth family drive them nuts at times, but mine really does win an award.
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me

On another topic completely...

I'm extremely amused by the answers to my moaning poll. There is a strong correlation between the people who have chronic illnesses thinking I don't moan very much, and the healthy people thinking I moan all the time ;) Oh, sure, some healthy people think I don't moan very much, but they're all the ones who have close friends with long-term illness, so presumably they've acquired some empathy from them. Or maybe I just moan less than their other friends with similar problems ;)
angry, Buttercup

A panty ranty!

I would like to rant about my allergies and my underpants. These two things are, in fact, connected.

Over the past few months, I've been developing more and more allergies. (I can't be bothered to look for links to earlier moaning - just trust me that there was some!). A few days ago, my forehead broke out in a red, itchy rash. Other parts of me are also itchy. Collapse )

And I think I'll have put £100 on my credit card by the end of this month (fucking hate February and its 28 days, meaning that all my bills go out on the same day instead of being spread over 3 or 4 days), and I was supposed to be paying it off this month! (Well, I spent £40 on flowers for my mum in hospital, which was a necessary expense, but I'm not sure all the rest was). Bah. Stress. I'm sure someone is playing the world's smallest violin for me even as I type ;)
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