Let me tell you about my day...
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Man, what a strange/surreal day.
So today I went home to Basingstoke for the week, and to do that I needed to get a bus from Preston to Crewe, then get a train to Birmingham, then a bus across town to meet my brother, who drove me the rest of the way.
Firstly, on my bus to Crewe I developed a random but violent nose bleed. Fortunately, this was a long distance coach so it had a toilet with toilet roll. Unfortunately it had no running water, so when we got to Crewe I had to walk around the train station covered in blood. I was about to use a toilet there to clean up when the tannoy announced that my train to Birmingham had arrived on the other side of the station. So, still covered in blood I haul my luggage across the station and board my train. Which thankfully did have a toilet with running water.
However I think I boarded the Crazy Train.
The cyclist sat opposite me kept talking to himself, and a woman and child kept walking up and down the train. They passed me like 6 or 7 times on the journey, holding each other in a slightly different way each time.
And then there was the old lady who went into the toilet and forgot to lock the door, which turned into a tragedy when a young woman pressed the button to open the door and I turned and... OH GOD WHY?!
The fun doesn't end there though, oh no!
It seems my brother is quite fucked up at the moment.
You see, he occasionally smokes weed. By which I mean once every 4-6 months when somebody offers it to him. Other than that he's a really smart, sensible person.
However, 3 weeks ago he accidentally smoked some pot which was laced with something else, and after taking only one puff of it he's still suffering the effects. After initially hallucinating and freaking the fuck out about it, he was taken to A&E with severe breathing problems where they recorded his heart rate at between 120-150 beats per minute. He's fine, nothing serious really and no damage done. However, he's currently suffering from temporary anxiety and panic attacks. He has to constantly think about how he's breathing to control it and pretty much always has chest pains and feels generally very uncomfortable.
Doctors say he's fine though, and that it should wear off soon.
And then I finally get home only to find that everything has been redecorated and we've got a new dog who is very small, cute and fluffy, but I swear it tried to eat my face before humping my leg within five minutes of sitting down!
Dear god let today end!
So today I went home to Basingstoke for the week, and to do that I needed to get a bus from Preston to Crewe, then get a train to Birmingham, then a bus across town to meet my brother, who drove me the rest of the way.
Firstly, on my bus to Crewe I developed a random but violent nose bleed. Fortunately, this was a long distance coach so it had a toilet with toilet roll. Unfortunately it had no running water, so when we got to Crewe I had to walk around the train station covered in blood. I was about to use a toilet there to clean up when the tannoy announced that my train to Birmingham had arrived on the other side of the station. So, still covered in blood I haul my luggage across the station and board my train. Which thankfully did have a toilet with running water.
However I think I boarded the Crazy Train.
The cyclist sat opposite me kept talking to himself, and a woman and child kept walking up and down the train. They passed me like 6 or 7 times on the journey, holding each other in a slightly different way each time.
And then there was the old lady who went into the toilet and forgot to lock the door, which turned into a tragedy when a young woman pressed the button to open the door and I turned and... OH GOD WHY?!
The fun doesn't end there though, oh no!
It seems my brother is quite fucked up at the moment.
You see, he occasionally smokes weed. By which I mean once every 4-6 months when somebody offers it to him. Other than that he's a really smart, sensible person.
However, 3 weeks ago he accidentally smoked some pot which was laced with something else, and after taking only one puff of it he's still suffering the effects. After initially hallucinating and freaking the fuck out about it, he was taken to A&E with severe breathing problems where they recorded his heart rate at between 120-150 beats per minute. He's fine, nothing serious really and no damage done. However, he's currently suffering from temporary anxiety and panic attacks. He has to constantly think about how he's breathing to control it and pretty much always has chest pains and feels generally very uncomfortable.
Doctors say he's fine though, and that it should wear off soon.
And then I finally get home only to find that everything has been redecorated and we've got a new dog who is very small, cute and fluffy, but I swear it tried to eat my face before humping my leg within five minutes of sitting down!
Dear god let today end!
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And more often than not, I am usually that madman with the loudest walkman ever. My apologies.