thegillspatch

He complimented me on my T-shirt, oddly enough, before casually handing me the next five years of my future.
"Did you get everything you wanted, Adam?"

I ignored him. Never had a bloody manilla envelope been so difficult to open. I retreated to the car, wishing the back of my T-shirt said "bugger off, I'm opening my A-level results".

If anyone has any better ideas for what LIYSF should stand for, please, let me know.

…you know the rest

Those of you who still read this thing will have noticed that everything broke for a while, followed by everything being gone. Those are technical terms.

Before today (and since my last post), life was generally gloriously, extravagantly, shatteringly boring. And then today, this happened:

Welcome back. Miss me?

This entry might seem a little belated. Thinking about it, it is almost two weeks after I should have written it. But time is all how one perceives it, a meandering river that both trickles gently over the flattest planes and surges down the most turbulent of rapids.

...in the paper. What, I like Elliott Smith lyric references, they make me sound intelligent. Anyway, 'twas 34 days since I last posted, and since I figured you'd all be getting drunk and merry yesterday, I thought I'd post today.

Tonight we're gonna make love. You know how I know? It's Wednesday, and Wednesday is the night that we usually make lurve.

I apologise for the inexplicable downtime that my blog has had over the past few days. It really is a mystery as to why it happened, and indeed why it appears to have fixed itself.

I was set free from my hospital prison on Monday. After an 11 day stint with pancreatitis. And I can now tell you, from first hand experience, that you do not want pancreatitis. No really. It isn't fun.