The way it is according to moi

Friday September 11th 2026 ​ First song of the day was one of my favourites. Beauty by The Shivers . It’s seriously worth listening to and it prompted the subject of today’s entry. Location: Bus to the hospital for a chest X-ray  Man I’m in a chatty mood. I went to look for the Porsche for you but it had moved. Oh well.  So! On Monday when I was with my manager in person she treated me to a hot drink. Because I miss coach Renee so much, I now drink Matcha. 🍵 When she is back on her feet I’ll go back to Hot Chocolate, Matcha tastes like grass. Anyway, got knows what I was talking about, what tangent my brain 🧠 was surfing 🏄‍♀️ but I was saying something along the lines that I love my friends. I then said to her sitting across of me, that I love her too. I quickly followed that up with an explanation that there are 6000 kinds of Love ❤️, and how most British people are just not accustomed to saying to anyone who is not their immediate family. She completely agreed.  Now ...

​ Oh no people! I had other things I wanted to talk about today but this entry has been trumped by recent events. My sister called my mom over to her place and asked my mom to drive her to the ER of the local psych hospital. This is good, this is also sad.  Sad for so so many reason. (PS. Please skip this entry if it’s too triggering) I apologise now for going off tangent.  Over a decade ago in the UK I had a male friend who was not doing well at all. He was in a UK psych ward. When the staff were looking he managed to take his own life.  As per the hospital where my sister is at. We once had a family friend whose adult son was not doing well. He was going to the psych hospital daily for treatment but really needed to be an inpatient. They didn’t have the space to keep him in. Sadly one evening at home, he took his life.  I have strong feelings about the Hospital where my sister is at. Where to start…. My first job at 16 was at McDonalds. I worked a lot despite being...

Did I get your attention? When you are inebriated the absurd thought of falling off the bog isn’t soo odd. Sadly a few weeks ago I did fall off the can but I wasn’t drunk I was ill/sick. Now after living here (UK) for so long the work sick means so many things. Sick: in the UK can refer to vomiting. Sick in North America means sick with a, cold, flu, and viral infection anything really Ill in the UK is more like the North American version of sick. For the purpose of this entry I feel I should find a name for this illness / sickness / nightmare / pain in the ass situation. Give me a sec, I thinking. I would like to just call it a fucking pain but it is a pain so let me come up with a better word.  When ever in doubt refer to Sesame Street. I’m going to pick a 2006 character that I don’t have any memories or affiliations with. Sorry Abby Cadabby…. I’m picking you So on October 16 th 2014 I woke up with Abby Cadaddy! I was feeling rough as fuck and my lymph nodes...