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"I've got this pain in the diodes all down my left side..." I feel a bit like an appliance with almost-dead batteries right now - I'm not absolutely sure, but the music is playing maybe a little too slow; the volume's a little bit less and I'm not sure when the quality's going to improve. Yup, I'm still not feeling great and I'm resorting to contrived metaphors and perpetual whining. Because I can. Why couldn't I be like Dali? He was a deeply sickly child, but produced dozens of paintings as he lay there near death (did you know he was named after his dead brother?) - the closest I used to get to that when I was feeling a bit dodgy was by playing with Lego and trying to make an X-Wing out of it (that's the thing that bothers me about the new lego sets - the fun was trying to build something yourself, not step by step instructions with specially made parts - that ain't a challenge). Anyway, I'm up and about and hanging out with her, so hopefully a good gossip will stop me from being self-pitying for 30 minutes. I don't know why, but I seem to have adopted the tone of Marvin the Paranoid Android for this entry - sorry. I'll be more smutty tomorrow. Dave xx
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