I have digressed before I even started writing. You may have noticed that I'm feeling quite a bit better today, in that my mood is much lighter than it was yesterday. I started to think of daffodils, but don't ask me why. Daffodils were my Mum's favourite flower. I love them because they are so cheerful, and for me, full of optimism. I recently gave a pot of very green daffodils to my brother and his partner, and have been told that they flowered beautifully, although very early. The picture above represents nascent cheerfulness.
I had a lovely time at the pub yesterday. My brother was there, my friends (whose family has a high incidence of aspergers) were there, and another friend turned up. It was so happy, with lots and lots of laughter. The three cunts who turned up at different times were trying in the extreme, but I did my usual thing and laughed it off.
There was news yesterday, that a famous child actress of the 1930s had died. So what? I realise that it must be very sad indeed for her loved ones, but I didn't know the woman. I can't feel the loss of somebody whom I've never known. Was it even news? I don't really think so. After all, it is not an unusual or exceptional occurrence for an octogenarian to die. And let's face it, the woman hadn't made any films at all for about seventy years, to the best of my knowledge.
Work was better today. My mood was better when I arrived there, and I was full of the happiness of the previous evening. I worked very hard, and had particularly heavy things to carry. It was the happiness which kept me going. I hit myself in the face with a fire-guard, and cut my lip. I stabbed my finger with a pin, and made it bleed. Then I got twatted on the back with an ironing board. Ouch. I am very clumsy, which trait is associated with aspergers.
The sky is very dark now and it is raining. We are expecting gales and torrential rain later, so I'll make sure I get to the pub before it turns really nasty.
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