Sep. 30th, 2005

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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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With curses and imprecations I rise, because Ralik has just jumped onto my lap and deposited a half mangled yet still living frog there. Usually he keeps them. Clearly this one's for me.

I dismiss this funk right now, before he starts bringing me the bodies of neighbours.

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