THERE WERE 2 UNEXPECTED EFFECTS of becoming opiate dependent (I noticed).
1. I barely ever catch cold and
2. I hardly feel the seasons of the year any more
Autumn is the only season I still feel. I feel it now, and I feel weird. In an indistinct kind of way.
I feel vaguely excited, yet vaguely depressed. At the same time.
Also I'm craving heroin in a distant way. I haven't taken any since Sunday when I didn't feel it anyhow. I only crave heroin by association. And I associate feeling autumnal with doing gear. I'm reminding myself that it's only been about 12 years, or a couple more, depending how you count, since I went ON gear. So I've done many autumns without it. I also went down the SOAS bookshop for Japanese dictionaries a year or two ago, so I could associate that with autumn too. I'm very much into associations. I need a Chinese dictionary as well. Mrs Li has finished teaching me to tell time. I'm on Unit 5 now. I still can't do the accent at all, but I'm doing OK at writing.
I nearly was sick yesterday having that blood test, it was awful. I felt so nauseated. She kept asking me if I was alright. How a junkie could be so afraid of needles. I couldn't tell you which one she used; I didn't dare look.
I spent £5 on one pen and 100 sheets of holepunched blank paper to write my book on. Yes I'm doing it the old fashioned way as my computer is down and I write better in Real Ink. It makes me focus on High Quality.
Now I've got to go before this internet cafe terminates me.
Illustrated: a Charles Dickens manuscript
PS my blood samples were tiny drizzles compared to yesterday's illustration. My vein was so collapsed she thought it wouldn't hold out...
I should have stayed in bed
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"I'll just pop down to Mumbles before it rains," I said.
Unfortunately it turned out that everyone in the surrounding area thought
the same thing. I had ...
17 hours ago
3 comments:
Lots of men panic when they see a needle ! I write better on a keyboard, by hand I am too slow it doesn't go quick enough !
They don't bother me but my daughter's veins collapse at the thought of a blood test. She's a fainter. The book's an awesome distraction, get on it. Or come visit us at http://thetenthdaughterofmemory.blogspot.com and see if you can cut the mustard! Sorry, spruiking again.
Baino: what's the tenth daughter of memory? Do I contribute? I'm not really up for that. I am not v inspired by short stories either. Novels gain momentum from themselves then move unstoppably forward. Stories start stop start stop... ukk. But I'll have a look.
Gattina: I hate blood :-(
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