I’m Not Dead

I don’t normally do birthdays. I don’t mind celebrating other people’s, but I don’t celebrate my own. This is partly because I grew up as a Jehovah’s Witness, so I never celebrated my birthday as a kid, and it’d feel weird to start as an adult. It’s also because I have what my therapist terms “a pathological dislike of attention” so the idea of sitting in a room while people stare at me and sing to me and bring me presents sounds like actual hell.

However, I am quite proud of turning 30, because I never thought I would. And since you’re all staring at screens instead of directly at me, and none of you are going to sing to me because how would you anyway, and you’re definitely not sending me presents because fuck that shit, I thought I would take a moment to talk about turning thirty.  Read more

This Week, Not Much To Report

Without wanting to sound too morose about it, this week was shit and I have nothing much to report. I was very ill and I spent most of it either in bed or in the bath. However, in the interests of making sure you all know I’m still alive, and of keeping people updated so they don’t inundate me with messages asking how I am, I will write a short post anyway.

On Thursday I spent a record 15 hours in the bath, 12 of them in one straight run. About once every two hours I’d get out, drain the water and run a new one. I’ve now used up my annual allowance of water, I think.

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A Week Of Pleasant Surprises

I was finally feeling more alive again this week, having essentially spent three weeks asleep. I caught up on a bit of work, and read some stuff, and watched some stuff, and generally had a fairly relaxed time.

Well, apart from nearly making a chemical weapon in my bathtub when a giant spider appeared in it. That wasn’t so relaxing. (There are no pictures of spiders in that post. Or this one.)

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