thistle do

no enthusiasm tonight, today's just been so melancholy... sorry. i'm at work and no-one knows what i'm going thru, then i'm at home and finding i can't listen to music without it either bringing up memories or being tainted by what i'm thinking right now.

we talked a little last night online and tho it was pretty grim it was ok - but either we censor when we're talking in real time or things feel different or something tho, because i got a reply this morning to an email that was pretty brutal in places (not words, but tone). gimme a break - i've already said i'm not going to assassinate your character, but i think i have the right to ask uncomfortable questions to find out what the hell was going thru your mind during all this lying!

dealing? not so much. pls insert own prickly thistle/dying plants/bee sting riff, i'm too tired right now.

btw, northumberland awaydays starts here for anyone who hasn't checked back and is interested (well, the pix aren't bad even if the words are familiarly miserable).