should I stay or should I go now?
Mar. 7th, 2003 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meelieMan, I feel like crap. Sore throat, runny nose, bitchy mood - It's not pretty. It's also being compounded by the amount of weird stuff that's been happening this week.
Woken at 1.30am on Sunday morning by someone standing outside my window and tapping on our front door. I freak out. Quietly, of course. Police car pulls up outside and flashes a light on the front of the house and as I knock on the bedroom door of Token Male Housemate(TM) (whose job it is to change lightbulbs, take away spiders and wake up in case of Someone Outside My Window), I hear somone from the cop car call out; "What're you doing there? Where do you live? Are you the man who was at the hospital earlier tonight?" "The man from the hospital?!!" Suddenly my brain was filled with images of an escaped loony drooling and looking through my window. I finally wake up Token Male Housemate(TM) and the rest of the house just in time for us to look outside the window to see the cop car pull away. We spent the next 20 minutes or so checking the backyard and then out the front to make sure no-one was still hanging around. Then I went back to sleep in order to get up at 6am to go to work and do a 12 hour shift. Seemed almost like a bad dream. Checked with Childhood Friend(TM) and she said that yep, that did happen. gah.
I've been trying to call my mother on and off for the last week or so and have been getting a "the mobile phone you have dialed is switched off message". I just thought, 'huh. Guess she's not talking to anyone at the moment' Which she does do sometimes, but usually for this long. We'd had a disagreement the last time we talked so she hadn't called me. She finally did call me yesterday and we talked and I asked her why she'd had her phone turned off. Her answer was it hadn't been. Tried it again and now it works perfectly. Clearly the universe didn't want me talking to my mother, which I personally see as an upside.
Basil McGregor(Not A Real Name) showed up last night while I was on the phone. Childhood Friend and Token Male Housemate had been out celebrating their anniversary and were watching a video when he taps lightly on my window. MY WINDOW. At which an escaped mental patient with a taste for voyeurism had been at not that many days ago. He was all depressed and would only say that he didn't want to go home right then. Childhood friend and I exchange speaking glances, trouble at Casa de McGregor? But Basil was quiet and just had a coffee and sat for an hour or so(this is at about 10pm, 11pm mind you) before driving off. Childhood Friend said she was call Girlfriend Of Basil McGregor today and try to find out what was going on. Sniff. I hope he's okay. I like Basil.
I awoke feeling like crap, spent 10 minutes in the bathroom blowing my nose and hawking up an disgusting amount of phlegm. Got dressed then grabbed my backpack off the floor. Snail trails all. over. my bag. And on a book on the inside of my bag. What the hell? Snails? (or slugs I guess) In my room! On my stuff!
So I'm at work now, still feeling pretty bad, and deciding whether or not to go home.
Woken at 1.30am on Sunday morning by someone standing outside my window and tapping on our front door. I freak out. Quietly, of course. Police car pulls up outside and flashes a light on the front of the house and as I knock on the bedroom door of Token Male Housemate(TM) (whose job it is to change lightbulbs, take away spiders and wake up in case of Someone Outside My Window), I hear somone from the cop car call out; "What're you doing there? Where do you live? Are you the man who was at the hospital earlier tonight?" "The man from the hospital?!!" Suddenly my brain was filled with images of an escaped loony drooling and looking through my window. I finally wake up Token Male Housemate(TM) and the rest of the house just in time for us to look outside the window to see the cop car pull away. We spent the next 20 minutes or so checking the backyard and then out the front to make sure no-one was still hanging around. Then I went back to sleep in order to get up at 6am to go to work and do a 12 hour shift. Seemed almost like a bad dream. Checked with Childhood Friend(TM) and she said that yep, that did happen. gah.
I've been trying to call my mother on and off for the last week or so and have been getting a "the mobile phone you have dialed is switched off message". I just thought, 'huh. Guess she's not talking to anyone at the moment' Which she does do sometimes, but usually for this long. We'd had a disagreement the last time we talked so she hadn't called me. She finally did call me yesterday and we talked and I asked her why she'd had her phone turned off. Her answer was it hadn't been. Tried it again and now it works perfectly. Clearly the universe didn't want me talking to my mother, which I personally see as an upside.
Basil McGregor(Not A Real Name) showed up last night while I was on the phone. Childhood Friend and Token Male Housemate had been out celebrating their anniversary and were watching a video when he taps lightly on my window. MY WINDOW. At which an escaped mental patient with a taste for voyeurism had been at not that many days ago. He was all depressed and would only say that he didn't want to go home right then. Childhood friend and I exchange speaking glances, trouble at Casa de McGregor? But Basil was quiet and just had a coffee and sat for an hour or so(this is at about 10pm, 11pm mind you) before driving off. Childhood Friend said she was call Girlfriend Of Basil McGregor today and try to find out what was going on. Sniff. I hope he's okay. I like Basil.
I awoke feeling like crap, spent 10 minutes in the bathroom blowing my nose and hawking up an disgusting amount of phlegm. Got dressed then grabbed my backpack off the floor. Snail trails all. over. my bag. And on a book on the inside of my bag. What the hell? Snails? (or slugs I guess) In my room! On my stuff!
So I'm at work now, still feeling pretty bad, and deciding whether or not to go home.
