Ow. I'm not sure what I've done to my back, but it hurts. Has been for a while actually. And now it's spreading to my legs. I'm sitting on the sofa in my Cyberdog PJs trying not to move very much. It's taking me about five minutes to put my socks on in the morning, which isn't natural, is it?
And the inside of me isn't much better. I thought I'd go shopping yesterday, maybe spend all afternoon out there looking around the new centre. I had to go and renew my travelcard anyway, so why not? Well, I ended up coming home again after a cursory glance around. My heart just wasn't in it, people were looking at me in a funny way, and I felt like I didn't belong in this society. If that makes sense.
Anyway, I've not posted anything to twitter in over 24 hours (which, as my long-time followers will tell you, is practically unheard of) and that's because I don't really have anything to say. Or maybe I'm just too tired to say it. I've had the phone switched off as well, just turning it on occasionally to send and receive the odd text with GroupieGirl.
Not a happy alien at present.
POLICE - KING OF PAIN
(from the album "Synchronicity", 1983)
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