Ok, best to do a chronologigigical update so I don’t forget anything.
Saturday I went with H to the Final Year Review and party afterwards and got veh veh drunk. Again. It was excellent – the Review featured spot on impersonations of lecturers and many fantastic parody songs, and the partay was at a very poash nightclub. The night ended with us being invited back to someone’s house for toast and sausage* – food is always a nice way to round a night off! – and then a mile walk (read stagger) home along the A1000 at 3am – that’s the life!
So crashed at H’s house, got up at 9 and drove home in my jimjams (the luxury!). Later that day I checked on Basil to find him bleeding and pretty out of it so I rushed him to college and had him put down. I’m oddly not that sad, probably because it was the right time and he’s with Lily now, no doubt fighting over a chicken bone as usual!
After that I took Basil home to Essex and buried him next to his girl. I spent the night at home as it was easier – people who don’t know me kept trying to console me and I wasn’t upset, so it just irritated me instead. They mean well and I appriciate it, but you can’t beat parents for listening to you rant without giving any opinion you don’t want to hear.
So Monday came, and I fell into college in a foul mood, spent the day in a foul mood, spent the evening in a foul mood and am now gone through foul and found some absurd cheeriness on the other side. I really need to get out of this rut.
Plus I said foolish things on Saturday night that I now regret. And that’s haunting me. Arg.
The title is from a Review parody of “I’m a hazard to myself” by Pink, called “I’m a hazard to their health”. Apt, don’t you think?
* Good lord, I just re-read that and it sounds awful! :crazy: yikes…