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Last night went the way the rest of the day did, ie it sucked. Corey started to burn up, he used to suffer from fever fits when he was younger and every twitch I thought he was going to start fitting again. I knew what to do, had the windows open, no blankets and the sponging him down, but that didn't help the total state of anxiety I was in. In the end I stopped doing anything and sat on the couch with him latched to me like a human furnace and watched Rambo. Yes, Rambo. That's the problem with living with two men, they want to watch films that go boom and have flames etc. We went to bed early and after obsessively checking Corey every minute I settled down to sleep. Only to be woken up by the sound of a car. This little sports car was in the car park over the road and had slid down the bank and got stuck. The driver kept spinning his wheels and the smoke coming from them was horrific, there's no way he'll have any treads left. He kept doing that for ten minutes but must have phoned someone because another car came, and slid down the bank too. So they both wheel spun for ages. In the end a group of people pushed them both out.

When I woke this morning Corey was downstairs watching Spongebob, and now he's on his Playstation so I know he's on the mend. Which is a good thing.

Also, mam is on the verge of an emotional breakdown because of Terry, there's plans for them to get a mini bus to go to Kendal for his funeral. Which mam is sorting out btw because Terry's daughter is a drug addict and his son a dealer and thief. The thought of that trip horrifies me, because I'll have to go. Terry's been in my life too long to not go, but god, I don't want to be on the mini bus with the local alcoholic group. I really hope James is off, but he took tomorrow off for another funeral so it'll be pushing it to get another day off.

The homeless AU I'm writing seems to be going down well, which worries me in case I can't keep the standard up. I have a load of ideas I want to write, but this writing on the cuff is tricky. They'll be huge mistakes I bet. I've also been writing my TS story, which suggests something. Maybe that I write the most when I'm brain dead, which isn't reassuring *g*

Have to say here that walking round and randomly singing All day long I think about sex , makes people look at you funny. I'm just saying. ;)

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