  Shite, not shit, but shite, and these are two different feelings in my book. Also different are feeling like ass and feeling like arse....again, two seperate things.
Due to the illness the rockstar drinking has been curtailed, and i am reduced to watching PBS, knitting(anyone want a homespun handknit wool hat in gray and white....very nice, very soft, maybe i'll keep it) reading and going to sleep at 10:00 which is very odd for me. I am also regretting last sunday's drunken e-mail to damien, which is much worse than drunk dialing as now there is a record, and the only reason i e-mailed was that i was all drunk and maudlin and lonely. While i do miss him at times there is no way in hell (which i am happy to say the urlLink Hitch will be joining me in at some future date) I would want anything to re-start between us. Grrrr I will reiterate. Boys are dumb. 
