Dreadful Nonsense

Somebody has given out to me for not linking to the blog I was talking about in my last post, the one written by the girl who died. The reason I didn't link was not, as this person who shall remain nameless (but let's all call her Helena) claims, because I am a totally lazy person, but because I can't remember what the site was and have absolutely no energy to go hunting for it. I'm sure it's quite a common occurence, actually, that blogs are continued on by people's friends when the bloggers themselves die. Or maybe it isn't. I suppose it depends on how geeky you and your friends are. I don't suppose anyone I know would carry this on, mainly because that would be a huge waste of valuable time and they'll all be too busy erecting the statues and huge memorials to celebrate my life, and all the general weeping.

So yes, here's the maudlin post I was promising yesterday. I'm currently arguing with my mother's crappy crap crap crap printer and trying to get it to print 44 pages of text from the internet, which I am planning to read on the plane to try to keep calm. In keeping with my total geekiness, the text is recaps of the first four episodes of Season 5 of Angel, which you yourself can read here at this wonderful site. If you wanted to. But I don't suppose you would. But seeing as how I'm intending on dosing myself up to the eyeballs on lovely tasty valium, I probably won't be able to read the words at all. Hopefully I'll sleep.

We'll be getting up at 4.30am tomorrow, getting to the airport for 5.30am. Our flight details from the Ryanair email are -

GOING OUT
From Dublin(DUB) to Edinburgh(EDI)
Fri, 31Oct03 Flight FR812 Depart DUB at 06:50 and arrive EDI at 07:50

COMING BACK
From Edinburgh(EDI) to Dublin(DUB)
Fri, 31Oct03 Flight FR817 Depart EDI at 16:50 and arrive DUB at 17:50

One of my friends was kind enough to call me this evening "for no reason at all" and "certainly nothing to do with anything that may or may not be happening tomorrow". We have decided that tomorrow shall go down in the annals of my personal history was "Valium Day". And should probably never be referred to again. I rang the hospital to double check that everything was still going ahead (and kinda hoping that they'd say it wasn't) and they said that my scan would take 30 - 40 minutes. I've made a semi-final decision on the CD that I'll be listening to, and I think it will be Ben & Jason's Goodbye. But I might be changing my mind and possibly going with Aqualung's first album since I forgot to buy the second one on time (although if the airport shop is open at 5.30am I might still go with that...)

So that's that then. I'm not sure what I'm dreading more, but I'm a lot calmer than I had thought I would be at this stage. I don't think any of it will really be real to me until I'm actually strapped in to the plane. If you've seen the episode of The Simpsons where they try to go on holiday until Marge freaks out, then you've got a good idea of what might still happen. I just hope this flipping trip is worth it, and they find whatever the fuck is up with my back.

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Dreadful Nonsense

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