...exactly a year a go I was in hospital, wondering what the fuck had happened. Had I put the cooker on? Had something electrical gone wrong? Had Bryan put the oven on and forgot about it? Had my laptop set on fire on my bed ...that was obviously wrong but something had happened. Why was my hand a mess? What the fuck had happened?
I'd been rushed to hospital (full conscious) and had several chest x-rays (oddly I was allowed to use my phone whilst these were happening O_o) and my dad was there (despite us having not seen each other properly in...a year-18 months...). Why was there a police lady there...
And lots of other crap and weird thoughts...
...the question still in my head...and probably always will be was...WHO did it...and why? =/
Also...Note to self: Never fall to sleep when the US Open is on >_>
Ok so I'm not all that happy (see previous blog entry). But then, in a drunken suppor I manage to send a number of whacky messages including asking a white witch .who thinks I'm a count to cast a spell, and asking someone I've not spoken to in3 years to party for her (think it was meant to say pray but I was well fooked by then)...
