Well I'm out of hospital, and oh God, where do I begin? I'll do a bigger entry about it all - warning, it will be mostly moany and depressing - and it will contain such highlights as:
The Terrible Food!
The Highly Inappropriate Psychiatrist!
Nurses Who Couldn't Tell I Am A Girl!
My Shit Phone Signal 11 Floors Up!
But first, last night I had my first proper dreams since before I went into hospital. They've left me confused.
Dream One: Attending a lecture by Charlie Brooker in a shopping centre, where I decide I must get off with him, and most of the dream is spent trying to get closer to him. I fail.
Dream Two: PeterJ gets his 2nd NaNoWriMo published, and it's a story about racists. He is in all the papers and Sky News because they think he is a racist too, just because he wrote about them. Us bloggers, and weirdly, Martin Clunes and Stephen Fry (???) rally round Pete to support him and reassure him that we know he is not a racist and he musn't give up on his writing.
Whatdya make of THAT?
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WELCOME BACK!
Great to see you back out of hospital xx