yesterday i became an auntie. i got all hyperemotional. me and chuck went to see the baby and he was the most tiny beautiful thing ever. i kept making high pitched noises and wanting to cry a bit but i didn't cos i'm tuff.
and then we drove to brighton really fast and chuck got annoyed with me cos i was stressing out. whoops.
and we went to see jamie's band play at coalition which was really nice, and went and drank with him a little bit afterwards.
my favourite thing that i heard someone say that night was from a girl in the bathroom.

"have you seen king blues play before?"
"nah, i wanted to see them play at reading but i went an saw foals instead."

amazing.
i am going to get dressed and go see tora begora and go to the punker bunker and hope that they have some nice new zines i can buy. and then hopefully get to see gareth tonight. whoosh.

tomorrow

i will leave the house.

so i went to work again today, like a good person, and met linda and we spoke about getting young offenders coming into the shop do some reparations. i really hope that it's gonna work out, i'm so sick of this limbo feeling, need to be proactive.
i spoke to my sister this evening and she got a job today being deputy head of the school that she works at which is amazing amazing. an not bad work for someone who is a week and a half overdue to give birth. she also told me that i'm not allowed to see her baby until my cold's gone. man she is going to be the most neurotic mother in the history of ever.
tomorrow i might get a hair cut. when the back gets longer than a centimeter i get mullet fear.

nice bit of nice.

mostly a list.

today i have been in a funny mood. i think it is because i am still feeling yukky and ill. i am not a good ill person.

things that happened today. in order.
woken up by cat scratching my face.
drink tea trying to encourage eye openage. real caffeine. wild.
tube journey. really annoying boy starts talking to me about hair dye. snore.
go to work. feel dizzy. put lots of records in alphabetical order. feel sick.
move a record display case and break the wheel off.
ali comes in to work and we talk about bad ska punk and birthday presents for tossers who don't deserve them.
get bus home. without vomitus.
omg hollyoaks.
sleep on sofa.
start writing song that might be possibly alright or possibly terrible. my head is too muggy to tell right now.

i don't know if i can write blogs any more. i get the fear about it.
i might start a new zine tomorrow. they feel safer and i don't have to leave my bedroom to do them.

please make the drilling stop.

my head hurts but i made it to london. even though i forgot to bring my come as i were clothes for tomorrow. i might just go to camden tomorrow and buy things to make me look like i'm in kittie. not that i ever looked like i was in kittie when i was 15. or 17. maybe now is the time to start?