November 2008 Archives
In between work, waiting for the electricians to come back from Hitchin with their big, fat capacitors. I haven't been capable of writing anything for a while, Dad's death is still too close in my mind and I just don't want to go there right now. But if I don't purge I'm going to explode.
Peter is here in the office. It's ten past midnight. I've tried to shut *that* part of my head down for the rest of the year, but I can't stop thinking. I'm listening to Nice Dream by Radiohead. My shoes are off and I can feel the air on my feet as I wiggle them in time to the music. It feels good. I want to cry, I want to break down in tears in front of everyone. I want them all to know, I want to tell them everything, but I don't think they will understand. I mean, I don't think I would.
I want to stop, I do. But I don't really want to, if I'm honest.
Oh High and Dry is just so beautiful. I'd like to make love whilst it was playing in the background. And come to Just.
