Some Owls Are Not What They Seem...

I have achieved my dream and I am wonderfully not alone.

Real Talk

I am part of the Guerrilla Gospel Street Choir, singing joyful songs about the apocalypse. I turned 33 on the 26th, got a lot of love, birthday cards and presents, cakes and gin. 

The real talk starts here - I am still experiencing quite a lot of pain when the weather is extra humid. The pain wakes me up, keeps me from doing stuff, and fuels the anger already present in my heart.

I am having yet another surgery on the 15th of October to remove the screws, which will hopefully cancel out the pain after recovery. I am having it done in Paris with the same surgeon, I don't want some random doctor rummaging around, I'd rather have the same guy do it.

The anger is not subsiding, because the pain is too much there. Other stuff makes me angry, like people using other people for their own benefit, self absorbed people.

I don't want this anger to get out, I don't want to jeopardise some things. Staying cryptic, but this anger has got to go away.

I have caring friends, lovely flatmates, the sun shines most of the time, the cat I live with adores me. I am not alone, not lonely, not depressed. So life, all in all, is pretty sweet. 

I'm just in pain most of the time and angry some of the time.