Darkness is forever

I'm trying to decide if I'm getting better or worse. Seems like I get a bit better, then something else makes me feel ugh. I just wanna not have this anymore cause I hate being hot oone minute cold the next and constantly coughing. Coughing is evil, so are burps. I still can't talk properly. I can whisper, but it hurts and every time I do it I feel worse afterwards.

I think I got two proper hours sleep last night before waking up for no reason.

Bah.

Kerrang and NME are < 3 cause they both mention the Birmingham gig. Kerrang reviews it and gave it 5 K's < 3 It's also gonna be on Kerrang radio Monday night, which makes me squee. Both mag's have lotsa perdyness (including Mikey on his knees). I want next week's NME for print thing and Kerrang for Frankie poster (which is the most adorable thing ever). The cd is odd. It's good (with 6 of the 14 tracks chosen by Mikey) but Ray hasn't picked a single song which I think is very strange. Maybe they'll do another one, I hope so.

It's strange how the next two concerts I'm going to are sold out.

I hate how the water works here cause I tried to have a bath but it was like laying in ice water. That can't be good for my condition.

Rexxy from Night At The Museum is adorable. The Egyptian pharaoh dude is hot.

I want to watch the Kerrang 101 Damnations thing even more now cause MCR are presenting it. I hope they mention Bullet. Monday's gonna be a busy day. Plus it's Gerard's birthday too so I'm sure he'll be busy too.

If my voice returns tomorrow then I go home Saturday, if not then I go Tuesday.

I still haven't heard anything from the Job Center, despite sending them an e-mail on their site Tuesday about me not being there. It's slightly disconcerting (especially since I can't exactly call them to make sure they know). Ah well, it's not my fault.

I've gotta call mum today. By call I mean get babu to do talking as I type my responses on the computer.

I got two fic ideas last night. Well, one's an idea for a Waycest standalone (which I'll work on later) and the other's ideas for Obsession Part 2 (also gonna do later).

This amuses me greatly < 3

And with that I wander off, cause my legs are cold.

And I'll attack

So I didn't have to call mum, she called here. All she did was moan and ramble so I used all my strength and spoke to get her to stop. My voice was all weird and it hurt like a bitch and it was all for nothing. She didn't shut up or listen to me (I even had to repeat things).

Because of her my voice ahs now gone completely again after about two days of getting it to a barely used (and painful) whisper all the progress was gone in one phone call.

I only wanna go back now to get my things, I want nothing more to do with her. I know we've fought before but having her go at me when she knew I couldn't respond well is the last straw. She says she's gonna get rid of all my stuff if I don't go back. Well I'm gonna go back solely to take all my stuff away from her. Sure the list of reasons I made about two weeks back was enough to keep me there but now it's just... not.

I don't wanna be near someone who's only form of communication is threats and yelling.

Gonna go watch Sunshine in aa few.