Do you guys get the Monday morning blues. I used to take Monday as just the day that starts the work week,sure it was tough after 2 days off- - but lately it is real f**king struggle.
Maybe its the holidays coming,maybe its the financial situation that got worse lately, or Im just sick of my job and responsibilities that go with it. Sandy has medical things that are still out there. Maybe its the stress I know is coming- for all of the above issues,that I feel every day- is just feels worse on Mondays.
Im already late in leaving and thinking about the traffic Im sure to hit!, The traffic around here(NY/NJ)- is intense!!
Anyway- have a good day- Im sure Ill make it somehow.
jack
Hi Jack
I haven't been on this site for long but recall you replied on one of my posts and believe we are in the same age bracket (mine:May 1956). Are you on meth at the moment? I found that meth made me tired lot of the time. I have made the switch to Sub but what a week, I'm sure it was because of the meth, this time I was on it for over year. At one time in the past I had been on meth for nearly 2 yrs, then was put in prison, coming off was sheer hell.
The Sub has given me a very clear head which I need to cope with life in general. You have a lot on your mind now but seem to be at a better time in your life. Normal everyday living is hard enough, so please keep going forward. Your posts are very helpful to others, I can assure you on that.
cheers Peter
I haven't been on this site for long but recall you replied on one of my posts and believe we are in the same age bracket (mine:May 1956). Are you on meth at the moment? I found that meth made me tired lot of the time. I have made the switch to Sub but what a week, I'm sure it was because of the meth, this time I was on it for over year. At one time in the past I had been on meth for nearly 2 yrs, then was put in prison, coming off was sheer hell.
The Sub has given me a very clear head which I need to cope with life in general. You have a lot on your mind now but seem to be at a better time in your life. Normal everyday living is hard enough, so please keep going forward. Your posts are very helpful to others, I can assure you on that.
cheers Peter
Dear Jack,
I know that my husband is sick and tired of his job. Not the work, but the work situation. He has enough time (32 years) to retire full pension and he knows that in the back of his mind. It makes him feel like, "Why do I put up with this? I don't HAVE to anymore!" The only problem is reality is that he can't survive without supplementing....and to think of working for about 1/2 the time and making only about 1/6 what he makes right now doesn't appeal to him. Mondays are tough for him too. The rest of the week isn't as bad so that makes me think the MAIN reason is not liking the job anymore. If it was something else, I don't think it would only effect Mondays.
I will keep you in my prayers. Let's get out from under that dark cloud and see the sun that's still shining in your life....your son, your special lady, and your sobriety. Start counting your blessings. :) Once you start counting them, you'll be surprised how many you have!
Love,
Susan
I know that my husband is sick and tired of his job. Not the work, but the work situation. He has enough time (32 years) to retire full pension and he knows that in the back of his mind. It makes him feel like, "Why do I put up with this? I don't HAVE to anymore!" The only problem is reality is that he can't survive without supplementing....and to think of working for about 1/2 the time and making only about 1/6 what he makes right now doesn't appeal to him. Mondays are tough for him too. The rest of the week isn't as bad so that makes me think the MAIN reason is not liking the job anymore. If it was something else, I don't think it would only effect Mondays.
I will keep you in my prayers. Let's get out from under that dark cloud and see the sun that's still shining in your life....your son, your special lady, and your sobriety. Start counting your blessings. :) Once you start counting them, you'll be surprised how many you have!
Love,
Susan
Dear Jack, I'm feeling you, I really am. Over the years that we have both been posting here, you've mentioned your job more than a few times. It seems that you're stuck in a bit of a rut. With Sandy's health problems, it makes you take stock of what's really important in life. We're supposed to work to live, not live to work. Forgive me for being presumptuous, but I feel that you have put your own needs right to the back of your mind, because you are caring for somebody else, and bless you for that, but it's not something that can continue forever. I know. I've done it, and to be honest, it worked as a sort of catalyst for me. I did it for years with my ex, and unlike your situation with Sandy, there was no hope of him getting better. As you know he's got secondary progressive MS. When his need for care overwhelmed me, spiritually, emotionally and physically, it had to become a case of looking at my own needs, or it was going to finish me. I ended up weighing about 100lbs (I'm 5ft 6inches and big boned) and I think it was when I saw photo's of myself with every rib sticking out, and that skeletal look about the face that I realised that I had to start putting my own needs first, or give up on every dream I ever had.
I know that your situation is different, and there are definately times when we have to put those we love first, but don't just forget about yourself. I also know that you've been on methadone for a long time, and you've mentioned in the past that you would like to come off it, but it's never the right time. And it's never the right time to open that breakfast bar in the country. Time may go on forever, but we are mere mortals, and for us, time runs out. Yes, because of Sandys situation, and the meth situation, you have to go to work, to pay the bills, to keep your head above water. But maybe the time has come for you to take stock of your life, to decide what direction you want to go in, and although necessarily it can't be an instant fix, perhaps you should make steps towards making your dreams reality. I know change can seem drastic, and a bit scary, but Mondayblues are a gypsies warning. Something isn't right. And something dealing with my addiction taught me. Do something about or live with it. There ain't no other way, my good buddy. Remember. Pain is the greatest of all teachers. There's a lesson chasing you, and unless you let it catch up with you, and learn what it's trying to tell you, it won't go away.
much love
Diff xxxxx
I know that your situation is different, and there are definately times when we have to put those we love first, but don't just forget about yourself. I also know that you've been on methadone for a long time, and you've mentioned in the past that you would like to come off it, but it's never the right time. And it's never the right time to open that breakfast bar in the country. Time may go on forever, but we are mere mortals, and for us, time runs out. Yes, because of Sandys situation, and the meth situation, you have to go to work, to pay the bills, to keep your head above water. But maybe the time has come for you to take stock of your life, to decide what direction you want to go in, and although necessarily it can't be an instant fix, perhaps you should make steps towards making your dreams reality. I know change can seem drastic, and a bit scary, but Mondayblues are a gypsies warning. Something isn't right. And something dealing with my addiction taught me. Do something about or live with it. There ain't no other way, my good buddy. Remember. Pain is the greatest of all teachers. There's a lesson chasing you, and unless you let it catch up with you, and learn what it's trying to tell you, it won't go away.
much love
Diff xxxxx
"There's a lesson chasing you, and unless you let it catch up with you, and learn what it's trying to tell you, it won't go away."
Well said...mommy..or is it mummy...oh well you get my drift...Diff
Isn't that what active addiction or depression is all about.....trying to avoid that nagging inner voice that is signaling something is wrong..
Our demons are chasing us...and i suppose we must slow down a bit long enough for them to catch up with us so that we can face them head on and learn their mysteries before they simply overtake and outrun us....into the dust.
luv MARY
Well said...mommy..or is it mummy...oh well you get my drift...Diff
Isn't that what active addiction or depression is all about.....trying to avoid that nagging inner voice that is signaling something is wrong..
Our demons are chasing us...and i suppose we must slow down a bit long enough for them to catch up with us so that we can face them head on and learn their mysteries before they simply overtake and outrun us....into the dust.
luv MARY
Yeah- -
Something isnt sitting right with me lately. Im not able to handle the everyday stressfull issues that come up like I used to.
I think Ill use my insurance again and ring up my old therapist. Last time I taked to her was months ago, and it seemed to help my outlook on life.
I do keep things(like most of us) stuffed up inside - and I know its not a heathly thing to do.
I cant put my finger on it- but something is fu**king with my head.- Maybe if I talk it out ,this sence of impending doom will straighten itself out, Maybe its a combo of all things going on right now and before I get overwelmed ,I should do something -hell I feel it coming.
Leading this double life is crazy. A productive employee,loving B/F and father,and all around nice guy- v/s stress out guy who keeps his mdone use and other parts of his life a secret. Sometimes its a real battle to keep the two seperate
Well I really do feel a bit better today- I slept a little later,Im going to sit down with a bowl of fruity peebles and the newspaper and relax a bit before I start the day- you know,take it a little slower and more deliberatate -rather than just jump "willy,nilly" into the day.
Thanking everyone for your sincere thought and concern
muchlove
jack
Diff-I think I need to hire you as my therapist(-the price is right anyhow)
Something isnt sitting right with me lately. Im not able to handle the everyday stressfull issues that come up like I used to.
I think Ill use my insurance again and ring up my old therapist. Last time I taked to her was months ago, and it seemed to help my outlook on life.
I do keep things(like most of us) stuffed up inside - and I know its not a heathly thing to do.
I cant put my finger on it- but something is fu**king with my head.- Maybe if I talk it out ,this sence of impending doom will straighten itself out, Maybe its a combo of all things going on right now and before I get overwelmed ,I should do something -hell I feel it coming.
Leading this double life is crazy. A productive employee,loving B/F and father,and all around nice guy- v/s stress out guy who keeps his mdone use and other parts of his life a secret. Sometimes its a real battle to keep the two seperate
Well I really do feel a bit better today- I slept a little later,Im going to sit down with a bowl of fruity peebles and the newspaper and relax a bit before I start the day- you know,take it a little slower and more deliberatate -rather than just jump "willy,nilly" into the day.
Thanking everyone for your sincere thought and concern
muchlove
jack
Diff-I think I need to hire you as my therapist(-the price is right anyhow)
Fruity Pebbles???????? Well there's the source of you being overwhelmed my DEAR DEAR DEAR, Jack. You need oatmeal, and I am not kidding.
I'm sorry to hear you are going through it, Jack. I have great faith in you. Let's not forget also forms of SAD. Heck, it's dark still when you leave for the ol' job.
Of course you are being overwhelmed. You have alot on your plate. The "normals" even have it right now. Anytime, health issues are plaguing the one you love it's going to hit you. Then your PITA job, and like you said the so called double life. Man, it's not anyone's business really you're taking your M.
I bet if you went off, and jumped on your desk SCREAMING, I am a recovering heroin addict, and I take methadone it would be like a commercial and all the stuffed shirts would suddenly jump on their desks screaming "I am having an affair", and "I am a Klonopin addict", and "I eat Fruity Pebbles".
Plus yeah we're like mid-life crisis time anyway. LOL Put on some Neil young and he'll cheer you up. Oh, no he won't he'll be on Sugar Mountain. How about The Band? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, heck go for "I'm Bringing Sexy Back". Do the funky chicken.
In all seriousness though the therapist sounds good. No joke though, Jack I am really meaning this. Ditch the addiction of the Fruity Pebbles. Throw away the Cap'n Crunch. Count Chockula is evil. This Omega 3 is really helping with my mood. Vitamin B Complex too, and some magnesium, and POOF you're good to go. Maybe even after ya check in here in the mornings to combat the traffic blues you can do a bit of meditation. Even just some breathing and be in the moment. Heck, I am a therapuetic healer. You know that, Jack.
I'm sorry to hear you are going through it, Jack. I have great faith in you. Let's not forget also forms of SAD. Heck, it's dark still when you leave for the ol' job.
Of course you are being overwhelmed. You have alot on your plate. The "normals" even have it right now. Anytime, health issues are plaguing the one you love it's going to hit you. Then your PITA job, and like you said the so called double life. Man, it's not anyone's business really you're taking your M.
I bet if you went off, and jumped on your desk SCREAMING, I am a recovering heroin addict, and I take methadone it would be like a commercial and all the stuffed shirts would suddenly jump on their desks screaming "I am having an affair", and "I am a Klonopin addict", and "I eat Fruity Pebbles".
Plus yeah we're like mid-life crisis time anyway. LOL Put on some Neil young and he'll cheer you up. Oh, no he won't he'll be on Sugar Mountain. How about The Band? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, heck go for "I'm Bringing Sexy Back". Do the funky chicken.
In all seriousness though the therapist sounds good. No joke though, Jack I am really meaning this. Ditch the addiction of the Fruity Pebbles. Throw away the Cap'n Crunch. Count Chockula is evil. This Omega 3 is really helping with my mood. Vitamin B Complex too, and some magnesium, and POOF you're good to go. Maybe even after ya check in here in the mornings to combat the traffic blues you can do a bit of meditation. Even just some breathing and be in the moment. Heck, I am a therapuetic healer. You know that, Jack.
Jack..mate with you on yer feelings...the job,workmates?,bills.I dread Mondays...i work on a shift basis ..so one wk. its 6am till 2pm ..then 2pm.till 10pm..no wonder my sleep is all over the place.Anyway just comiserating with a fellow grinder..read Bukowskis..Post Office?.Take care ...Davey
BryN
You make a lot of sense- -I should get the proper vitimins and minerals in my body to start the day.(- dont get the idea I eat fruity pebbles evert day- -I do have my old man cereal too- you know, the bran flakes,muti-grain crap..etc..)
But you are one funny funny person*** - & that sense of humer is what I needed today
If these co-workers knew that were working with and working under a heroin addict all these years- it would be a funniest work vidieos tape of all time
thanks girl
love
jack
You make a lot of sense- -I should get the proper vitimins and minerals in my body to start the day.(- dont get the idea I eat fruity pebbles evert day- -I do have my old man cereal too- you know, the bran flakes,muti-grain crap..etc..)
But you are one funny funny person*** - & that sense of humer is what I needed today
If these co-workers knew that were working with and working under a heroin addict all these years- it would be a funniest work vidieos tape of all time
thanks girl
love
jack
Bryn you made me laugh - I can visualize all of jacks office mates liberating themselves of all their dark secrets in a mass confessional! It reminds me of when I went to work for NTL - we had a "getting to know you" session, and we all had to say something about ourselves. I said I was a heroin addict! They thought I was joking!!!! Ha! Stupid twats - I'm such a wicked girl! Oh, little do they know... Jacking in that job was the best thing I ever did. No more soul destroying occupations for me - I'd rather be skint than miserable.
love
Diff xxx
love
Diff xxx
Diff..there would be nothing more pleasurable than telling my workmates the same,but somehow i dont think the outcome would be laughter...just the usual tabloid..thicko reaction.Take care ...,.Davey
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES....
WILL YOU STILL NEED ME...WILL YOU STILL FEED ME
WHEN I'M SIXTY-FOUR....
DOH!!!!!
MARY:)
WILL YOU STILL NEED ME...WILL YOU STILL FEED ME
WHEN I'M SIXTY-FOUR....
DOH!!!!!
MARY:)
Jack, sorry to hear that life is rearing it's ugly head at you. You have some wonderful friends here...what a crew..y'all made me crack up...and they gave you some good advice...get in for that counseling session...I'm sure it will help to verbalize all of the things that you've got on your plate...
Saying some prayers for you and Sandy! Have a blessed day!
Saying some prayers for you and Sandy! Have a blessed day!
Hiya, I think the counselling is a great idea. I go for counselling, and one of the best things about it, is you get to spend an hour just talking about stuff that you feel you can't talk to other people about. Sometimes, when we're being strong for everybody around us, we feel like we don't have the right to complain about the stuff in our own lives and minds that are festering away. It makes us feel guilty to moan about stuff, when other people we care about seem to have so much more to moan about, or it makes us feel uncomfortable to admit to our friends that we're having trouble coping. Of course counselling is about a lot more that moaning about sh1t, but it's good just to let it all out, it relieves our stress, and we come away feeling stronger. When we're going flat out caring for others, it's easy to lose sight of ourselves. It's so nice just to have someone who listens to us, and doesn't burden us with their own troubles, as so often happens when we try to talk to our friends. I'm very lucky with my counsellor, because many moons ago she used to be my drug worker, and then went on to have a bit of a career change, and quite by chance she ended up as my counsellor. I remember when she left me to take up a new post as drug worker in a different area. I cried buckets coz I'd built up such a good relationship with her over the time she'd been my drug worker. I was delighted when I discovered that she was to become my counsellor. And it was also great to be able to share my success with her too. When she left, I was still on heroin, and now I'm clean, so it's made me feel like I've come a long way too, to be able to fill her in on the missing years.
Go for it Jack. You need someone who's just there for you, coz we all need somebody to lean on in times of trouble.
love
Diff x
Go for it Jack. You need someone who's just there for you, coz we all need somebody to lean on in times of trouble.
love
Diff x
Hi Jack!!! :-),
What is it with methadone and fruity pebbles??? The combination has been the ruin of many a struggling addict. I'm surprised they don't hand out a bowl with your dose at the clinic. If they did, the lines would really be long.LOL. Take care Jack. Sounds like you're in a slump. You'll get through it. Keep on truckin'!
Love,
Shirley
What is it with methadone and fruity pebbles??? The combination has been the ruin of many a struggling addict. I'm surprised they don't hand out a bowl with your dose at the clinic. If they did, the lines would really be long.LOL. Take care Jack. Sounds like you're in a slump. You'll get through it. Keep on truckin'!
Love,
Shirley
Fruity pebbles? Sounds like a form of haemerrhoids for field mice! My personal food addiction is Kellogs Special K with red berries mixed with red cherry Muller fruit corner yoghurt. I've been trying to find cheaper alternatives that hit the same spot, coz it's costing me a fortune! I'm so sad! I look forward to going to bed, because when I wake up in the morning it's breakfast time again!
I've heard of some chemists giving out Cadbury's cream eggs with the methadone. Mmmmm, cream eggs..... (Homer Simpson stylee...) I'm such a chocoholic. I used to buy the massive bars of chocolate from the supermarket when I went shopping, but we were eating so much chocolate that I refused to buy them anymore. Now I deliberately "forget" essential items, like milk, or loo roll, so I can have an excuse to run to Spar and stuff myself with contraband chocolate on the way home.
Talking of contraband, (this could only happen in Wales!) I have to keep buying loads of bacon that I don't want, coz the bloke on the bacon stall in the market sells cheap 'bacco, smuggled in from Belgium. He stashes the pouches wrapped up in newspaper, like a pork chop, under the hams on his stall, and he always gives me a dirty look if I just stroll up and ask him for bacco, so I have to buy 10 slices of the medium unsmoked, otherwise I get a complex!
OK, maybe it's time for lunch. I think I'm becoming food obsessive. I just blame the baby. She's always hungry....
love
Diff xxx
I've heard of some chemists giving out Cadbury's cream eggs with the methadone. Mmmmm, cream eggs..... (Homer Simpson stylee...) I'm such a chocoholic. I used to buy the massive bars of chocolate from the supermarket when I went shopping, but we were eating so much chocolate that I refused to buy them anymore. Now I deliberately "forget" essential items, like milk, or loo roll, so I can have an excuse to run to Spar and stuff myself with contraband chocolate on the way home.
Talking of contraband, (this could only happen in Wales!) I have to keep buying loads of bacon that I don't want, coz the bloke on the bacon stall in the market sells cheap 'bacco, smuggled in from Belgium. He stashes the pouches wrapped up in newspaper, like a pork chop, under the hams on his stall, and he always gives me a dirty look if I just stroll up and ask him for bacco, so I have to buy 10 slices of the medium unsmoked, otherwise I get a complex!
OK, maybe it's time for lunch. I think I'm becoming food obsessive. I just blame the baby. She's always hungry....
love
Diff xxx
Hey all, I work 9-4 Mon Tues Thur Fri and go to college mon thru Thursday from 5 till 11. We had loads of snow fall on Thursday so it was great that college phoned to tell me they were closed for the night!, then to top it off I got a phone call Friday morning telling me the office was closed for the day!. It was just the rest I needed.
Sometimes we need to take care of ourselves and just take a day off.
I think someone was watching out for me upstairs and made the snow fall!.
Take care.
karen
Sometimes we need to take care of ourselves and just take a day off.
I think someone was watching out for me upstairs and made the snow fall!.
Take care.
karen
My personal favorite is fruit loops with walnuts and strawberries added!! My problem is... I only crave them at 2 a.m. and I sit in bed and eat a big old Jethro bowl and then go to sleep. No wonder I'm 50 lbs. overweight.lol. Right now I'm desperately seeking a job so I'm kind of looking forward to "monday morning blues." I lost my last job that I really liked because once again, I failed to set boundaries and stick to them. It's a personality defect, I guess. Every time something positive is going on in my life, I screw it up.
Peace,
Shirley
Peace,
Shirley
Hahahaha, Jethro bowl.......that's the best....can I be Ellie May? Man, I always wanted to be Ellie May minus the critters.
Don't start between the British chocolate and our far supirior chocolate. Robbie wants his hershey's and he can't have it. We rule on the chocolate and we don't eat no dang BREAKIE. We're he-man men and ladies. Y'all hear us now? Fruity Pebbles!!!!! Fred Flinstone and Barney invented them, O.K.?
The best in this thread is through the madness poor Davey knows outting himself would not be funny at work, and Mary always has a wit like no other, but Janice is the voice of reason. Then Diff is freaking so funny how she talks to the therapist. I say we all go to the same one. We'd drive the person batty in the belfree alrightie.
I think I may have shared this, but it bears a repeat. Pre-drugs. Going into a funk which I now know what it was. Then clueless. The parents get me 302'd. This means you're outta your mind. No drugs. Just hugs, and boy should I have paid attention as the chickadee next to me was withdrawling and everyone was being nice to her. I was clueless. Clueless and full of bruises. I actually took off my diamond ring and let her wear it. Can we say naive?
One poor, poor lady was schizophrenic, and I felt so bad. Also a little afraid. My biggest fear is I was locked in big time, and this was a State place, and my dad was outside waiting to see what disorder I had and I kept saying my daddy has diabetes. He needs to eat. I was told to can it and worry about me.
So, after all these questions the Doctor asks what do you want in life? I say simply "To Be Enlightened". BAM I am now a patient. Buzzzzzzzz wrong answer. He asks if I am a Yogi. Nope, but I wanna be one. Thankfully my dad was a cop and got me sent to a country club type mental hospital. Real vacation actually. Except for the lady never spoke and thought her bunny purse was a real rabbit.
So, more questions here. I'm answering and I hear outside the triple locked door someone singing "It's a wonder tall trees......" and it drifts. The dude was in a lull asking the questions so I go into the Neil Young tune "There Comes A Time". On my life someone was singing it. This Doctor looks up and says "What are you singing?" I say "Same thing as him". Buzzzzzzzz wrong answer. LOL He says "Who is singing?" I go the man outside. He's singing "There Comes A Time" and I like that song, and I like "Cowgirl In The Sand" and mostly all Neil's stuff even the Travelling Willbury's. I am commited, people. For singing. Funny stuff.
So, there ya go, Jack, and to all your workers too bad on them. Let them eat store named cereal. Yuck.
Seriously. B-Complex, and that Omega-3 improves mood big time. A dash of L-Lysine, and a tad magnesium. You're in. Mostly though amino acids. The 'done depletes them, and we need them. We now have to get davey to have some.
I'll have y'all macrobiotics soon. Says me who just ate an Elvis sandwich.
Much love and respect. You guys rule. That's an old people saying. You rule.
Oh, and Diff is funny as all get out. The funniest. Everything you say cracks me up, Diff. This child will be gifted. You'll raise a comedian no doubt. We have to laugh. Laugh at ourselves.
Don't start between the British chocolate and our far supirior chocolate. Robbie wants his hershey's and he can't have it. We rule on the chocolate and we don't eat no dang BREAKIE. We're he-man men and ladies. Y'all hear us now? Fruity Pebbles!!!!! Fred Flinstone and Barney invented them, O.K.?
The best in this thread is through the madness poor Davey knows outting himself would not be funny at work, and Mary always has a wit like no other, but Janice is the voice of reason. Then Diff is freaking so funny how she talks to the therapist. I say we all go to the same one. We'd drive the person batty in the belfree alrightie.
I think I may have shared this, but it bears a repeat. Pre-drugs. Going into a funk which I now know what it was. Then clueless. The parents get me 302'd. This means you're outta your mind. No drugs. Just hugs, and boy should I have paid attention as the chickadee next to me was withdrawling and everyone was being nice to her. I was clueless. Clueless and full of bruises. I actually took off my diamond ring and let her wear it. Can we say naive?
One poor, poor lady was schizophrenic, and I felt so bad. Also a little afraid. My biggest fear is I was locked in big time, and this was a State place, and my dad was outside waiting to see what disorder I had and I kept saying my daddy has diabetes. He needs to eat. I was told to can it and worry about me.
So, after all these questions the Doctor asks what do you want in life? I say simply "To Be Enlightened". BAM I am now a patient. Buzzzzzzzz wrong answer. He asks if I am a Yogi. Nope, but I wanna be one. Thankfully my dad was a cop and got me sent to a country club type mental hospital. Real vacation actually. Except for the lady never spoke and thought her bunny purse was a real rabbit.
So, more questions here. I'm answering and I hear outside the triple locked door someone singing "It's a wonder tall trees......" and it drifts. The dude was in a lull asking the questions so I go into the Neil Young tune "There Comes A Time". On my life someone was singing it. This Doctor looks up and says "What are you singing?" I say "Same thing as him". Buzzzzzzzz wrong answer. LOL He says "Who is singing?" I go the man outside. He's singing "There Comes A Time" and I like that song, and I like "Cowgirl In The Sand" and mostly all Neil's stuff even the Travelling Willbury's. I am commited, people. For singing. Funny stuff.
So, there ya go, Jack, and to all your workers too bad on them. Let them eat store named cereal. Yuck.
Seriously. B-Complex, and that Omega-3 improves mood big time. A dash of L-Lysine, and a tad magnesium. You're in. Mostly though amino acids. The 'done depletes them, and we need them. We now have to get davey to have some.
I'll have y'all macrobiotics soon. Says me who just ate an Elvis sandwich.
Much love and respect. You guys rule. That's an old people saying. You rule.
Oh, and Diff is funny as all get out. The funniest. Everything you say cracks me up, Diff. This child will be gifted. You'll raise a comedian no doubt. We have to laugh. Laugh at ourselves.
Oh Bryn, I hate those f***ing country club hospitals/clinics. Well, thinking about it, I hate all treatment centres in all honesty. When I was working, my health insurance paid for me to go to The Priory. I've got to laugh every time I say it. I don't know if you "get" the whole Priory thing in the States, but if you're a celebrity, you're not "down with the kids" unless you've done a stint in the Priory. And they sent me there! What were they thinking? In my mind, it'll always be "Planet Lexus", full of anorexic brats, and alcoholic company directors. f*** me, even Princess Margaret was in at the same time as me. And there was me, low down and dirty smack dealer from the bad old city streets. And this is the funniest thing. After liberating my medical insurance of the best part of 10,000, they chucked me out for being a bad influence! My God, me, a bad influence on them!!!! I was the only person there with the faintest grip on reality, and I was trippin'. I mean, I actually was tripping. The combination of drugs they were giving me caused me to have full on psychodelic hallucinations. And when I told them I was tripping, guess what they did? They upped my drugs!!!! Man, that place is f***ed up! No wonder Pete Doherty is so keen to go there. You get smashed all day long without being arrested!
love
Diff xxx
love
Diff xxx
