So Into You

New Wildhearts single blaring out on the stereo now, GOOD STUFF. The Wildhearts make everything better.

For all my huffing and hawing about how "things will be better", not having much luck otherwise though. Apart from the usual relationship shenanigans that are all to regular these days (for some very big reasons, but I'm keeping to them for myself just now, public journal fans)... I seem to have a developed a whole other kind of "ill", which kicked off in style when I collapsed in Safeways when out to buy a pint of milk yesterday afternoon. Embarrasing as fuck...

Just standing there in the queue, felt myself felt suddenly dizzy and nautious, decided maybe I should forget my basket and get outside for some air, before I could move I realised I was on the ground looking up at a bunch of freaked out fellow customers. I had passed out... arse. Was sweating and shaking like a madman, a woman there gave me a seat and a drink of water to compose myself while a crowd of onlookers burned holes in me with their eyes. Hey, I'm ILL you FUCKS, not some junkie fuck. Had a sudden realisation that I really had to go for a shit, so I let the lady ring up my purchases, then headed back up to the flat (which is literally just round the corner, so that's OK). I have spent the time since then with a nasty case of stomach cramps and a need to constantly do watery jobbies, how nice.

I'd think it was some kind of food poisoning or something I ate, but I didn't eat anything that Janette didn't since Friday, so it might be some by-product of my flu last week. It could be stress, this happened to me a couple of years ago, I was off sick from work for about 3 weeks straight from having these nasty stomach cramps (which at the time we put down to being stressed), but it was about a thousand times worse then so it's not so bad. Doesn't seem to be anything to do with my head this time either, so I'm thankful for that. Pain in the arse though (literally!). I can't eat much, because the very thought of food makes me want to puke, and when I do eat, it hurts. Maybe it's something to do with my dramatic change of diet recently... with all the fruit and vegetables and what-not, maybe my body is saying "Hey! Get a burger down you, you fuck!"...

Work today, as can be imagined, I wasn't in the mood, but I got through it OK I think.

Best I get back to fighting fit soon, though, busy week ahead. Apart from the usual work, got a Cherrykicks gig I'm thinking I'll attend tomorrow... Wednesday, my Gran's funeral... Thursday, I'm off to see Roy 'Chubby' Brown, that should be a laugh. Therapy? gig on Friday... then up early Saturday to go paintballing (and perhaps to Antiproduct that night, if I'm back early enough and in any kind of state). Got a gig to play on Sunday night... and in between all this, I've got to organise selling some tickets and trying to slot in a much-needed practice somewhere. Bad time to constantly need to run to the loo...

I haven't got much to do tonight, though. Listen to my new Wildhearts singles over and over, obviously. I might finally bother my bum to install that CD burner I've had kicking around since forever. This place could do with a bit of a clean, no wonder I'm ill living in this dump (though it's really just my room, the rest of the flat is unusally tidy). Maybe I'll try and eat something. Got some phone calls to make and stuff. Strangely, I'm not in the mood to sit around playing video games.

Uh-oh.

Excuse me, nature calls.