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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. ;)

ETA: Welcome [livejournal.com profile] seeksasylum. Feel free to comment or not. I don't bite...really I don't ;)

Date: 2004-02-29 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seeksasylum.livejournal.com
biting isn't always bad. *wink*

Date: 2004-02-29 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ephemera.livejournal.com
Glad Corey's on the mend - that sounds terrifying. Yet another reason why I can't imagine ever being ready to be a parent! And boo to idiots in cars. I guess the advantage of having lot of snow regularly is that people are used to and equiped for it and act like morons *less*. ANd just *hugs* on the other situation. No idea what to say, but - sorry that you've ost someone and your mum has lost someone that was such a part of your lives, and it sucks that all this other stuff has to land on you while you're trying to deal. *more hugs are offered*

[singing along to Come To Me has a similar risk factor ;)]

Date: 2004-02-29 10:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clumsygyrl.livejournal.com
good news and happy news that corey is on the mend. =)

Date: 2004-02-29 02:15 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] turps33.livejournal.com
Thanks, hon.

It's about time there was some happy news in this house :)

Date: 2004-02-29 02:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clumsygyrl.livejournal.com
you're welcome =)

yes good news is always happy. heh or happy news is always good. either or heh.

Date: 2004-02-29 04:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] turps33.livejournal.com
Hee, I like you!

That's so true ;)

Date: 2004-02-29 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seeksasylum.livejournal.com
i've always been told it's important to make a good first impression *beams proudly*

Date: 2004-03-02 11:58 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] turps33.livejournal.com
Sometimes being a parent terrifies me, in so many ways. But you have to muddle through.

It's weird Terry's death, because it doesn't feel like he's gone with him living away for the last few months. Mam and him had this weird relationship, but it's one thats lasted since I was a kid, so she'll miss him.

[singing along to Come To Me has a similar risk factor ;)]

Glad it's not just me ;)

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