under another sun

Feeling less bizarre and dark as having Lorraine around prevented my steroid-induced mental drifting. Instead did a few practical things, shopping, cleaning up and so on, and lots of talking.Plus a heavy drug-induced sleep in the afternoon, but thanks to the drugsI can now walk properly, with limbs normally aligned and I am not in pain. Finished Mrs Dalloway all too soon, made me hungry to read more of her work. Such a deftly-written book published in 1925, with rather disturbing themes of repressed love madness and the magnetism of death. I doff my imaginary cap to her, and can't believe it has taken me so long to get around to reading any of Virginia Woolf's work. I will have to research what to read next. Enjoyed chatting with Lorraine and shopping. I can even enjoy cleaning up cat litter with Lorraine. We decided not to go to  a party we'd been invited to tonight. Luckily Anton popped around and we had a good chat for a couple of hours, while the TV had the tedious ...

Six steroids pills this morning, which made me prey to dark, drifty ideas and feelings of confusion which gradually wore off as the day progressed. Too fazed to work so I instead listened to Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, which drifts between its characters interior monologues in a slightly hallucinogenic way. I am certain that it is a masterpiece. It is exceptionally well written. In the evening, after Betty returned home after an exhausting day in the cupcake industry, I caught the number 17  from the bus stop at the end of the village of Henfield to see Dawn where she is staying at her parent's house, prior to buying a flat in the same village. Really picturesque bus ride of about 25 minutes, past wooded parts of the downs, and rabbit dotted fields. Lorraine already there straight from work, and Dawn had cooked a lovely curry followed by a pear and ginger trifle. After, it being a day off the shortest night, we took a short walk to the edge of the fields ...

Sorry for myself first thing, sick of pain and feeling my whole life impeded. Hobbled slowly off to the doctors and had time in the waiting room to twice listen to a 20 minute meditation tape. I at least felt centred after this, and had visions of Moulin Huet valley in Guernsey. Snapped out of this to find the doctor prescribing me a stiff five day course of steroids. Mad people are liberally sprinkled along London Road. I effortlessly blended-in, hobbling and scowling on the way home. When it began to rain it also gave me the opportunity to wear Lorraine's ill fitting wet top, as she had left home with mine. I paused for a coffee and a sandwich in a cafe and listen to the last two chapters of Moby-Dick. Yay for Moby-Dick who strikes back on behalf of benighted sperm whales/writers everywhere offing Ahab and sinking his ship Peqod . You feel in need of a shower after reading Moby-Dick to wash away all the whale grease, gore and caked sea salt. An amazing book. Later, I started ...