Rehab had to be extended. I am better now, I'm due a bloodtest though. I'll cry because the blood never wants to come! I have missed quite a few events. I did see Harry & The Potters which was ridiculous. But nice. And The Lord Of The Rings musical! Which was also ridiculous. And not nice. Don't see it. I fell asleep and woke up with an orc (?!) IN MY FACE. I was so scared. My sister got it worse because she was in the aisle seat. Anwen fell over when she was clearly not supposed to and everytime Legolas spoke, he made stupid hand movements and everybody laughed really loudly. And he was a brunette. It was a farce.



I went to a textile class (HAAAHAAA) because I wanted to. I made this wonder:



Most of the people looked as if they had just come out of depression or rehab (I totally feel that) and they kept on asking me what to do. So I kept making mistakes with my own. It was annoying. A foreign lady asked me if I spoke Frence and I said no. She looked bummed out. But then she spent the rest of the time talking to me in clear English. She stole my bone idea. Apart from that, I have enjoyed my rest. And my geography teacher jacket:



And embroidery. Someone totally taught me. I made a dishcloth. It has cars on it. I may make matching napkins.

My mother bought me lots of dvds to watch.

Hello. I have booked myself into rehab (my house) due to exhaustion. From the 9th - 14th May. No going out. Straight home to bed after work. I felt like I was dying, y'know. Really! I have also been really shoddy with my vegetarianism by eating a cow every day. It hurts.I'm sure I even have wrinkles! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

But, anyway. Apart from that. Last Saturday, we went to Rocklands. Amy had free tickets. Because of a very silly promoter there was a £5 refund per ticket. So we were actually paid to go. Which is a thing that could only happen to us, really. We found a lovely hill near the New Cross Inn where we got quite drunk. Took loads of stupid pictures. Had many rolling-down-hill races (we drew all of them) and just did stuff. Saw a few bands. Didn't see Ellie. I fell asleep on a sofa. We then encountered much head/belly/life pain so we HAD to leave.

On Sunday, we were asked to help Rumble Strips at their Brixton Windmill gig. I was still in pain. Due to some ramshackle business, we never actually helped. I was getting sicker and sicker so we left when they came on. I did want to see them, though. We were also supposed to help them at their Astoria gig with Sunshine Underground (I like them!) on Wednesday, but I was too sick. Bummer. I didn't go to work on Tuesday so I missed my observation. I dragged myself to Amy's house. she gave me strong pills. I never take pills so they were very effective. We went to the 28 Weeks Later preview. It was so scary. I kept leaping onto Amy. I think I wanted to cry at times. It seemed to be a good movie, nonetheless.

Dustins Bar Mitzvah played their final gig at 100 club. I wasn't asked for ID! Probably because she saw all my wrinkles. I enjoyed their set from the sidelines. Amy had the life squashed out of her by badly-dressed sweaty kids. She said it was fun. I didn't agree. Since then, I have sagged around work with everyone feeling sorry for me. I was recently sent to occupational health so the Headmaster keeps following me to see that I don't collapse. Heh.

Tomorrow there is a Bengali festival in Brick Lane which I may go to. A lady from work might drive me there. That's the deciding factor. Also, I am developing an elephant foot so I may have a cellulite infection. My sister had one a while ago. I know what it looks like, I'm not a hypochondriac. If I do have one, it will send me over the edge! Especially when I saw this. It's gross, don't look.



"88p! Did you expect me to say no?!"



Hill invaders:



Please don't mind my eyebrows. I am letting them grow so I can plait them.

Wow. I'm tired.Tonight I saw Das Pop at The Fly. It's a bit small. They were first support and there wasn't many people there. I can't tell how much I like them yet. I'll need to research into that.On the way home, a crazy man sat next to me and started some sort of religious whining IN MY FACE. I was not amused. I tutted loudly. He asked me if I liked it. I said no. I think he wasn't expecting that. Then a random drunk man fell on the floor on the bus. Chips flew everywhere. Him and the whining man started making jokes about chips. Then the whining man KILLED IT by talking about oppression and such things. They started to argue. I was trying to listen to Bon Jovi!On my next bus, a young girl was talking on her phone like she was possessed. When she went to leave, I noticed she was clutching a huge mamma of a bible. Then two separate foreign people sat either side of me. They were both talking on phones. Do you know how confusing it was for me? Last Friday I saw Rum Shebeen. Sexy Dave was totally there. I liked it. I couldn't take many good pictures as people were dancing on my head.

Monday. Amy and I did that promo thing for Findlay Brown. A night of comedy and ridiculous folk music ensued (eh?) and I think Amy thought about attempting suicide about seven times. Tuesday we saw Scarlet Soho at Catch. We did get a bit drunk. I remember charging into a building I thought was a hospital to go to the toilet. I stole a sign that had 'tinkle' on it. I lost Amy and panicked a bit. I ran across the road just as a police car came blaring down it. To make matters even worse, I was chased by a tramp (who kept shouting my name (thanks Amy) loudly at me) asking for money. I said NO. He left but came back to ask for my alcohol. I told him to JUST TAKE IT, OKAY.I think he called me sister.I did not bring my camera.Yesterday we went to see Jack Afro. I like them.They were supporting the atrociously dressed Holy Water Revival (I think that's what they are called). What they looked like was marginally better than what they sounded like. We left during the second song.

Das Pop: