Thirty days hath September

[smokingboot]

Thank god they are over.

To set the seal on this awful, rubbish month, I received some bad news this morning. I'm doing a kind of wappy crying thing, but I'm too tired to do it properly. Illness and money worries, people turning out to be less genuine than I thought, work being total shit and now this. I just want to close my eyes and be unconscious.

There have been really good things too and I have to remember that, babies born and wee froggies and bats and dragonflies in the garden, friends who didn't let me down, loved ones coming through illnesses and being healed, the funky new course I'm doing, and my own health, strong.

Only I don't feel very strong right now.

The time has come to be a baby myself, and cry. No I won't. No I bloody won't.

Fuck off, September. If you misbehave like this next year, I'll throw you off the calendar. Go on, be off with you!

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[november-girl.livejournal.com]

If there's anything I can do, please give me a call.

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

Actually, even if I can do nothing, please feel free to give me a call.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this kindness, the offer alone lifts my heart. I am not very good at phone calls...don't know why...but it warms me to know that you are there.

I'm very lucky really and I know it.