I did it…
A whole day without blogging or any kind of obsessive compulsive internet abuse.
It felt good.
There were a few moments last night when I had consumed much red wine and beer and then have a phone call that my grandmother had blacked out on her own, miles and miles away.
I called the doctor and a neighbour feeling powerless and not quite drunk enough to think drink-driving was a good idea.
The doctor had been and gone but I couldn’t sleep thinking about how she might be. Even at 3 am when she would be quite obviously tucked up fast asleep, I sat staring at a late night film about people blowing themselfs up.
I needed to write about how much I don’t want to grow old. Well.. age i don’t mind.. it’s the falling apart at the seams and a disintegration of the mind.
Be it cathartic or just plain therapeutic, I am slowly seeing the benefits of the blog.
(It still doesn’t tip the scales away from my conspiracy theory though… and of that… more later…)
