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Post by aubrey on Nov 9, 2010 10:09:17 GMT
Having a spliff before going to bed is a god way of breaking up circular thought trains that can keep you awake.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2010 12:38:20 GMT
Having a spliff before going to bed is a god way of breaking up circular thought trains that can keep you awake. i found it did the opposite for me, my mind would be racing even more than usual with daft ideas. i recall one time being stoned and i had somehow convinced myself that the house was about to explode, i was certain it was going to happen. i didnt know what the cause was going to be, but i was just certain that at any moment there was going to be a massive explosion. in the end i went and had a shower to try and calm down, but it didnt work to well. cos then, i was standing there naked in the shower, still convinced the house was going to explode, except now i didnt have any clothes on. which made it kinda worse. as images of me being pulled out of rubble completely naked in front of loads of onlookers filled my mind.  i don't take drugs anymore. |
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Post by aubrey on Nov 9, 2010 18:01:22 GMT
It was kind of like that. I still didn't sleep, but I wasn't thinking the same thing all the time - I just roved, and quite enjoyed it (this was at a period when I was having trouble sleeping). Without dope, I'd get all tensed up, just going round and round; with it I might not sleep, but I did relax.
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Post by revisedartlily on Nov 12, 2010 6:43:27 GMT
Er yes, but what about my bee question? If you think it is a goer I need to organise some tiny saddles................
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2010 14:09:45 GMT
a friend of mine, my old flat-mates boyfriend, was rushed to hospital yesterday, he's had a brain hemorrhage  she just texted me to say he is still critical |
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Post by everso on Nov 14, 2010 23:13:27 GMT
How awful Costal. How old is he? Poor guy.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2010 23:18:02 GMT
How awful Costal. How old is he? Poor guy. Thankyou Ev.. he is only 42. She is 3 months pregnant with his baby. no further news yet..  |
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Post by everso on Nov 14, 2010 23:23:40 GMT
Oh that's so sad. I do hope he has a speedy recovery.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2010 11:35:43 GMT
Good news..My mate is now off the critical list after 24 hours in hospital and he will remain in the hospital for rehabilitive care rather than being transferred to another hospital for further treatment. At present he does have many periods of deep sleep but also can be quite lucid and chatty when he is awake. Thank feckin gawd for that.. hopefully he is on the mend now.
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Post by everso on Nov 15, 2010 12:38:47 GMT
I'm pleased for you, Costal. You kind of accept it when the older generation have problems like that, but when it's your peers it sort of brings it home to you a bit.
Hopefully, he'll continue to improve.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2010 6:06:53 GMT
where was the bit where Everso said she got orwll worn out singing 'california dreamin' by the mammas and pappas? ENNNEEEWATYYYY, i just done exackerlllleeeee the same thing, its amazin how it sucks you in, and suddenly youre givin it a whole loada welly.  i began by inventing my own sort of soprano version of 'grandad we love you' which i singed a few rounds of, and then moved onto californian dreamin.. nice to sing, if anytihnk. |
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Post by everso on Nov 30, 2010 13:57:50 GMT
In times past in the Chat Room we've occasionally had a sing song. Of course, it all has to be typed out but at least no-one can hear if you're off key. |
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Post by everso on Nov 30, 2010 13:58:27 GMT
I do quite a nice selection from "South Pacific".
I know all the words.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2010 18:26:44 GMT
my mind is broken and my heart is broken and also i am broke. and c-c-c-coldnessness.
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Post by everso on Dec 1, 2010 18:30:29 GMT
Oh no!
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Post by riotgrrl on Dec 2, 2010 8:13:02 GMT
I hate this time of year.
Every year it's the same - between my birthday (Nov 2nd) and Christmas life just seems to close in.
I get a bit S.A.D. I have no energy. I start missing yoga. I stop going out. I am tired all the time. I feel depressed.
Christmas doesn't help - the financial and organisational issues, and the regular parties and soirees where I drink more wine only add to my general air of depression.
However, once the Winter Solstice is past and the nights start slowly getting lighter again I start to perk up.
Happens every year. The year before last Bets suggested I took more walks in daylight, and I do try but it's hard when the weather's like this and when you work full-time in an office.
And I'm not about to start ponceing around with light-boxes.
However, while my heart feels heavy just now, I know it's just the time of year now and I just have to thole it.
Costal, everything starts looking better after the 21/22 December. That's the purpose of my moan this morning. To say that to you.
These are the grim dog days of the year and it gets better.
(Wonder what the phrase 'dog days' actually means and where it comes from . . . where the hell is Weyland? He usually knows stuff like that.)
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Post by Patrick on Dec 2, 2010 9:12:51 GMT
Are you muddling up Dog Days with the Churchillian "Black Dog"? Dog Days usually refers to the hot days of Summer - When Dogs lie around trying to keep cool. Lazy days, hazy days, sultry days.  I know what you mean though - It depends a lot on whether there is any sun - and we've had a little here in the"Armpit of Britain" so it hasn't been too bad to bear. I remember 2006 or 7 though when it felt like the sun disappeared at the end of October and didn't return until February - I know it disappeared because accompanying Best Beloved to work and back, back then was just a dark, miserable and wet experience for most of that time. I too specifically look out for the changes post the 21st December - Amazine - should we get a bit of Sun how just a little bit more light each day can make so much of a difference, give you such a feeling of hope. What I like is that time when as night falls - you still get a bright blue glow in the sky - it's a glow of hope saying "I might be dark now but tomorrow at this time I will be brighter". Sounds a bit evangelical - sorry - but seeing that extra glow at the end of the day as the angle of the sun changes is a signal that happier times are around the corner. Well, lighter ones anyway. Another sign - and would you believe - the little buggers seem to have started already and despite the cold earlier this year they began in January - but the birds have started shouting loudly in a Spring like fashion now!!! What's that all about? Is it because we usually get our cold snap in February and they really think Spring can't be far behind? |
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Post by trubble on Dec 2, 2010 9:17:13 GMT
my mind is broken and my heart is broken and also i am broke. and c-c-c-coldnessness.  You need a Tim Minchin hit. |
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Post by jean on Dec 2, 2010 9:39:50 GMT
. . . where the hell is Weyland? Lost his broadband connection, allegedly. |
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Post by riotgrrl on Dec 2, 2010 9:49:41 GMT
Patrick - you and I are obviously children of the light.
In the summer up here, of course, it gets late very dark. But the best is late spring/early autumn when we have that wonderful twilight for hours and hours. It's still sort of light, but not unforgivingly so.
It does my head in if I'm down nearer the equator and the sun just sets. Boom. And it's dark. What's that all about, that light OR dark thing? Don't they appreciate the subtle periods in between?
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she just texted me to say he is still critical 
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