Cheer down

Well… hurrah!… I managed to recover from my wagon-falling after only three days, without sinking into another whisky abyss. I did have a bit of the golden death, but managed to pull myself out before it was too late. There’s still half of a litre bottle left in the kitchen. Perhaps coming off my medication has actually helped. I have had to pop a couple of 50mg tablets, three or so days apart, just to counter the dizzy spells. Yes, they finally reared their ugly head. Oh well, I’m pretty sure that, in general, I’m finally off them now. For good? Probably not. I still need to go pick up my diabetes medication from the pharmacy though, which I keep putting off. That can’t be good for me. I can tell it’s affecting my appetite.

On my sober days, I’ve kept myself busy with building a few playlists on Spotify. I’m quite proud of my compilation of alternative movie songs (although there is the odd hit on there). What started off as just a way to put some cheesy 80s tunes together has, unsurprisingly, turned into a labour of love. I always seem to get carried away with my lists.

Anyway, here it is…

screen choons

Let me know what you think, lovers.

What else? Oh, I’m still in text contact with that old school friend. It seems he’s having a life-crisis similar to the one I had back in the late 2000s. I’m trying my best to give him advice but, considering we haven’t seen each other since before we hit puberty, I’m kinda flying blind here. I don’t think it’s helped him that his wife cheated on him recently and that he’s employed in a job he doesn’t like (that he had to take because he was forced out of his last one). Poor guy. I’m mean, most people like those things happening to them, right?

Who knows, maybe we’ll end up together. We really were a camp little pair, back in the day. Plus I’ve been very open about my bisexuality, which he seems cool with. Stranger things have happened!

I’ve just had a few films arrive in the post: Death Becomes Her, Xanadu, and The Witches of Eastwick. I’ve been watching the former this afternoon. I must have watched it a hundred times when I was a teenager. It really rocks along, and has a very campy tone to it. Don’t think I picked up on that at the time, but it stands out to me now.

My guitar guru hasn’t been in touch in ages. I send him a music-related email every now and then, but he never replies. I think I may have offended him somehow. Or maybe he’s got intense stuff going on in his own life. We are both at that age where people keep dying on us. Good times.

Lol, I could just hear the woman next door abusing some poor customer service person over the phone. She’s one of those humans that doesn’t realise only need to speak at normal volume when using said communications device. I find her funny though, unlike The Whistler downstairs. Yes, he’s still doing that. All day and night. Sadly, I’ve heard him doing some decorating recently, so he may actually be here to stay.

Sigh.

Well, I think that’s all for now. Just thought I’d keep you abreast of my comings and goings for… I dunno… some reason.

You are having fun though, right?!

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!