July 27th, 2006


Lord Save Us, We Perish....

I don't see why I should stop complaining about the weather, it feels worse than ever. It took me nearly 2 hours to get to Streatham this morning due to traffic, diversions, etc. and I was late for my first Cognitive Behaviour Therapy session, which was just more filling in of endless forms about how I was beaten as a kid, and what chaotic experiences I've had all my wretched life, etc. etc. I don't hold out much hope for this, as I've sort-of done all that list-making and stuff before in a truly silly City Lit Self-esteem raising class, which just made me feel more cynical, but y'know, hope over experience...What the hell.
My sympathy to anyone who was stuck in the West End for the blackouts.
There have been a couple of half-hearted thunderstorms so far, which have done nothing whatever to clear the wet cotton wool air. Oh blimey...
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