… more surprised than me to see the football results come scrolling along my newsfeed today.
It took quite a lot of convincing, and I’m still not sure, that it’s Saturday. Whatever happened to Friday? I know that I asked for one of Bill Oddie’s “powders that would paralyse a bear” but have I really slept for 29 hours instead of the 5 hours that I thought?
Today anyway, I haven’t undergone any tests, maybe because it really is Saturday, and in fact I only left my bed once for the usual reason and that was embarrassing and humiliating so we’ll pass over that.
There was no breakfast for me today but I managed some lunch, leaving aside the meat of course, and had decent tea.
However I have found my way into the kitchen menu and I’ve ordered my own meals as from tomorrow so maybe I’ll have some decent food. It’s quite good as bulk-cooked food goes except of course the vegan options are few and far between.
At some point during the afternoon I’d been off on my travels. I’m not sure if this counts as a dream or not but I was certainly well away with the fairies. I was carving graffiti into the walls of this underground railway station. I’d been with my elder sister for a walk but separated. I found myself facing this wall so I carved a couple of really long entries about two different people and their entourage. My sister came back and told me that I really ought to put my finger in the sea, the sea there where we were staying. I could go up to the coast and cut a hole in the ice to push my finger through and that would probably do it good. In the end I found myself by this block of ice working on these two pieces of graffiti (…this is when I was really ill and I couldn’t understand most of it …)
So I’m going to ask for another one of these sleeping pills and see what happens next. But it’s totally worrying me that I’ve missed a while day somewhere.
What on earth is happening to me?
