So this morning I did what I believe to be my first ever "morning cut". I say I believe it to be, because I might well have done it in the past, but I would have been too fucked up to remember. I've been feeling shite in the mornings for a wee while, but this morning was the first time I decided to take this route. I've been feeling pretty good for the rest of the day, so figure that one out. Still waiting to hear from the doctor about my CBT appointment, been thinking though, maybe it's a sack of shit. This guy tells me that it'll take ages to see an NHS cunt, so that he can pass me on to his mate for a bit of commission. Or is that the cynic in me? Fuck knows... If I think it's working after the first session then I'll go back, if I think it's a load of pish then fuckit we're back on the blades and booze for a bit.
Been playing guitar the last few nights, only for an hour or two a night but I'm fucking loving it. Not giving a fuck, just playing away and belting out a song. Fuckin' magic. Although, sometimes I'm singing and I'm starting to cry. It's fuckin weird. But I just keep on going, not giving a fuck.
Been listening a bit to the Glasvegas album. I originally dismissed them as gimmicky shite, but after having a friend come round to them, who's opinion I hold in high regard, I decided to give them another shot. I think the album is definitely a "grower", and I think living in England and hearing a band singing in a Glasgow accent instead of some faux-american or middle englandshire shite is quite refreshing. Anyway, I'm sure there will be more about them in the coming days and weeks.
Still no fucking Glasses. This is becoming a drama all of it's own. The case of the far travelled glasses. That's a fuckin week! Vision Express?! Usesless cunts.
Anyway, today I'm pretty busy in work. So I guess I should leave it there.
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