It’s been a few days now since the world kind of caved in around me and a couple of friends.
It’s been pretty quiet. That Friday was horific. For so many more reasons than there should be.
How does a day genuinely start out with an early morning trip to the shop and end with you having one of ge worst days of your life on he phone to a friend whos standing at a street corner at midnight waiting for an ambulance.
I would have stayed with them but I wasn’t going to be any use. And I couldn’t have gone with them anyway.
Since then I pretty much got what I wanted I’ve been left alone. I’ve drugged myself to sleep. And gone to work. And drugged myself to sleep. And gone to work. The only person I’ve really been talking to is Druid of the north.
It’s been nice talking again. If you could call it talking. It’s more like the occasional exchange of nonsense.
But it’s better than static.