Medicated...

Worse than ending a weekend off with an approaching Monday... is getting horribly sick in the few hours called Sunday.

I've had to take advice and medicine from a second rate pharmacy, in the hopes that it'll make me feel better than "near to zombie".
I even emerged from a restless, hourly interrupted, 3 hour "nap", feeling like the world was a carousel.
Sadly the first rate doctors and pharmacies are closed in this town on Sundays...

But... enough about about my sickly whines.

I'm contemplating, as I download an enormous number of megs worth of manga, writing a strongly worded letter to Tv Tokyo for cancelling Bleach.
My heart hasn't quite recovered from this awful news. It's like finding out there's another Twilight movie being made... that cold shiver down your spine as Bram Stoker rolls violently in his grave.
What has happened to quality viewing?!

Ergh and I will have to leave as I feel another round of badness coming on as I grab for another tissue and cough whatever is left of my lungs forcefully out of my body.

Hope you're all having a fantastically better Sunday ;)

Romany creams and coffee...

After a day of road works, rude drivers in their little metal pods of uncaring and a hint of negativity... it's good to be spending a cold Friday evening, deeply sunk into a chair, watching anime, drinking coffee and dunking romany cream biscuits.

It's good to be thankful for being alive.
It's good to beable to appreciate these little things we take for granted with such an air of self pity...

And dare I say... it was also pretty good getting awesome packages in the post today too :)

What are the chances..... ?

What are the chances of being approached by two Indian "holy" men on *one* day, in two different cities and being told... just about the same thing by both. 

On a day like today? There's apparently a 100% chance.

The Story Never Ends...

10 years ago if someone had told me I'd be here, I would have surely laughed it off as them being downright insane...

But here I am.
In constant contemplation of my surroundings, of humans that slip between the cracks, of self realisations, thoughts and words... no. This is the last place the me from 10 years ago would have imagined being...
It's not where I've "ended" up... this is where I have travelled to. And I travel through and around it, with a smile of great appreciation.

God gave you a gift of 86400 seconds today. Have you used one to say "thank you" ? - William Arthur Ward