kellymonster

Doctor Dictionary is spying on me. He is in my head and he knows exactly how I'm feeling on most days. He emails me daily with a word, a description and it tends to match my mood.

In reverse order. Not all recent days applicable (we do have Sundays in Kelly Land, however no particular leitmotif was visible):

Today: Fulminate. Sitting near a variety of imbeciles who push my buttons in an aggravating manner. Attempts to laugh it off with colleagues via Messenger are futile due to level of caffeine in system.

Yesterday: Quiescent. Oh how I tried to be fun at the BBQ. Even silly dancing and beer couldn't hide the lack of brain activity and need for sleep.

Saturday: Sanctum. Get up at 4.30pm. Do not make it to London. Sit in the hovel like room, air saturated with yesterday's alcohol. I am not disturbed. Happy.

Friday: Palliate. Explanations and excuses to friends and family in a bid to ease their worries caused by recent behaviours.

Thursday: Epicene. He cried on the sofa. He put his arms around me. Helpless. That was the last time I saw him.

Wednesday: Lumpen. I will not sink to his kind of behaviour, tone or language. What's felt is felt, done is done.

Tuesday: Incipient. "Beginning to come into being"

Monday: Perfunctory. Pertaining to general attitude surrounding my relationship.

I am struggling to choose a particular favourite, but waver between 'fulminate' and 'lumpen'. The two could well be neighbours in my head.

Cars... Drivers... Really... While I am aware of the obvious physical advantage a large hunk of moving metal has over a mere human the last time I checked the mode of transport known as legs came first. I believe this commands a level of respect that I just don't see. If a car stops to let another turn and I don't cross the road to do the same thing thanks are due to both, no? Obviously not. Also, apparently it doesn't matter when you spray a pedestrian with your nasty windscreen water.

To my fellow UK dwellers, especially those in the North. It's sunny here at the seaside.

I am selling some of my much loved items on eBay as it appears that I am a bit broke. Boys things, girls things, ties, dresses, briefcase etc. Have a look.

"Call it what you want, but I call it love, fits like a glove don't shove..."

A lyrical masterpiece. I'm reliving my youth.