Am I Still Ill?

Hi peeps, and Smiths fans. Shall we go where we’re happy and I’ll meet you at the cemetery gates? All those people, all those lives, where are they now? With loves, and hates, and passions just like mine…seems so unfair….I want to cry.

No, no tears just now. Can’t remember when the last tear slid down my downy cheek. Most probably I would have been crying tears of frustration when encountering yet another obstacle in my effort at total internet and then world domination…

Goddamn those delusions! They are giving me terrible gip today, Seaneen at The Secret Life of a Manic Depressive, alias Pole to Polar, alias mentallyinteresting.com.

I too have been offered my own domain now (yah boo sucks to you Seaneen) at the mere snip of fifteen dollars a day.

Can’t decide though, whether in these credit crunched times that would be appropriate action to take.

Most manic depressives know that episodes of mania tend to drain the financial resources like nothing else and I am no exception. But as I was safely coddled in St Ann’s Hospital for most of the duration, I managed not to get too out of pocket this time.

So what you really want to know readers, if I know my readers, is not ‘how are we doing in the Middle East’ or even ‘What about the freaky British weather?’ but ‘what am I doing right now?’

Apologies if I badly misjudge my readership but y’know, y’all can fuck off elsewhere if you don’t like it here! I’m not nailing your eyes to my blog, after all!

Well, sillies, I’m typing this. And my beloved One and Only is sitting on the sofa twanging as tunelessly as ever on the Gee-tar. He  would appear to have about as much talent for the instrument as I have at, say, pool-playing.

You will all, I’m sure, be rubbing your hands with glee to hear, that our relationship is not only surviving the credit crunch but really thriving.

Please, someone. Have pity and tell me how to get rid of the box that appears and obscures half the box where I’m attempting to draft this! Ooh, I know! Just had the genius idea of letting him sort it out. My beloved supergeek. Well I’ll post it, then I’ll get him on the case.

Lots of love, Zoe xxx