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Documenting not dying since October 2013.

The 23rd & 24th; Life might become totally unbearable.

The 23rd & 24th; Life might become totally unbearable.

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The 23rd of June.  Ohhh, this cough can just fuck off now. I am sick to death of it. At least today has been very low on referendum chat on the news, so I haven't had to hear that drivel too. 

Most of my day I've been crocheting, awaiting this evening's kitten delivery. They're here now, all fine, and they are not easy to tell apart. There's Nadia and Noelle, the two tabbies, and one has grey ears and a black nose whereas the other has brown ears and a pink nose. One tortoiseshell, Nova, she's easy. Then the two black ones, Nettie and Nola, and that only obvious difference between them is that one is much smaller than the other. 

They were very feral when they were found, and used to be very hissy and spitty, but no one has got upset with me yet, even though I am very loud and coughy. They appear to just be exhausted. 

Tonight I think I will take multiple Zopiclones - the result of the referendum will probably have me too anxious to sleep. The general election was bad enough, and if we leave the EU, I think life might become totally unbearable. 

The 24th of June. 

I am shocked, frightened and devastated. I can't see how this will end well. We have lost so much. European funding into medical research. Gone. Investment into places like Hull and Cornwall. Gone. David Cameron will go in October, meaning another, worse Tory will be inflicted upon us unless they want a general election which is unlikely. 

A generation given everything for free have destroyed the future of mine. No more free movement, no ability to work and study in 27 other countries. This will only increase the attacks on our public institutions and services when the money the Leave campaign claimed we'd get back is actually not there. People saying "We're Great Britain, we'll sort it out like we always do, this is our England" and that means nothing. You can't just say it's all going to be fine because this isn't a fucking film and it could easily all come crashing down. 

I just want to weep continuously. I'm appalled, and there is no silver lining here. 

The 25th & 26th; Still feel horrific.

The 25th & 26th; Still feel horrific.

The 21st & 22nd; They stab me in the earlobe.

The 21st & 22nd; They stab me in the earlobe.