Weather moan weather

I'm joining in the meme.

I waited so long for the heat to arrive and now it's here I wish it would just piss off. Or piss down.

I feel really shit. I was supposed to be out tonight. Just couldn't face it. Even though I'm missing my favourite baritone in my favourite opera. I even told Gerald weeks ago I'd be there. I'm sure he'll survive...!

There have been two claps of thunder. Dry impotent useless claps of thunder. I wander into the garden occasionally and gaze hopefully at the sky, hoping that it will chuck it down.

I am supposedly watching Germany v Italy but it's annoying the hell out of me. It's not about those intense annoying Budweiser ads (you know, if I was a Budweiser drinker, which I'm not because it's chemical piss, I would have ceased to be one now. Not necessarily out of principle but because of the association with those adverts that make me homicidal). It's not the it, it's the me.

I am feeling drained and lethargic. Prime cause, ongoing fybromyalgia/CFS whatever. Secondary cause - is it the tablets from the drug trial? Dunno. Is it the heat? Yeah, probably. Is it that I had alcohol over the weekend? Without a doubt. But something that has been bubbling at the back of my mind for weeks, and has suddenly coalesced into something so obvious. I always feel shit when I eat bread and bread-products.

I wonder, if I cut out the bread, will I feel any better? Or, when the rains come, as come they must, will I not care no more?

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[Rullsenberg]

Urgh, this weather is pretty insufferable. My sympathies for how its affecting you. I'm just happy to at least be free of hayfever (watch it kick in as soon as I say that).

That storm arrived yet? It's as muggy as a Tennessee Williams play here and if cloud doesn't stop yelling "Stella!" at me I may just raise the energy to clock him one...