I went to the cinema on Tuesday evening to watch How To Blow Up A Pipeline (2022). Good movie with a solid argument for how and why you should blow up an oil pipeline as a matter of self-defence on behalf of the human race against oil companies. Rating: 🐰🐰🐰🐰 4 rabbits.

On Wednesday I went back to the cinema to watch Aliens (1986). Was fun to see in the cinema. I wish there was not a character called J. VAZQUEZ whose name is printed in friendly white letters on bottom right hand corner of many shots. One of James Cameron's top twenty movies about motherhood. Fun to see it on The Big Screen. Rating: 🐰🐰🛸 2 rabbits and a UFO.

Next weekend I will finally be in Leeds. I'm going up for a conference but staying for the weekend. That's next weekend. This weekend I am playing Final Fantasy 6, watching movies, and making snacks. And tidying my apartment and getting all my clothes washed before my great peregrination by railroad beyond civilization far north above the Thames. I'm meant to be coming back on Sunday but the Leeds Everyman is screening Clueless on Sunday night so I might have to wait until Monday. Are there trains from Leeds to London during a coronation?

Silence, knave! You stand in the presence of octopus royalty!

I took 34 black and white photos on a cheap point-and-shoot film camera but the film snapped while I was rewinding it so they are forever gone. It's a shame. We will try again.

Nothing else to report. It's time to put on a little moka pot of mocha-java and see where the day takes me.

Happy International Workers' Day.

LAST TIME ON CHEE RABBITS

This was around the time the high blood sugar started to become a problem

THIS TIME ON CHEE RABBITS

Shortly after that update things got worse, all my muscles tightened up and I could barely move! But it turned out my blood sugar wasn't even very high. It seems I was afflicted with food poisoning or some kind of terrible virus. I have never pooped so much in my life. I went through 4 rolls of toilet paper. Nearly one a day. Have you ever pooped until your ears started ringing? I have! This was a disgusting, exhausting week. Couldn't hold any food down, drank a hundred thousand litres of water.

I feel great today, though. Really good. Full of water and life and Springtime energy. On Saturday morning at 6am i was preheating my oven to cook some early morning buffalo wings. After about 20 minutes I started to notice a strange smell. When I opened the oven to check, a big plume of hot plastic-y smoke came billowing out of it. My whole kitchen was filled with a terrible poisonous fog and I was choking. If I opened the oven slightly another huge fog came flying out. It made me feel very alone. I thought about how girls in TV shows would call their mother or their best friend for adive and they'd freak out together over the telephone. I don't have anyone to call when I have an emergency, or need to talk about something. This isn't a self-pity party, I'm okay with it. It's sad, but I'm okay with it. I chose this life. I had other options, I liked them less. It turned out to be your basic grease fire, and I did a deep clean of the oven. I started with some homemade cleaning concoctions but they only succeeded in turning black tar into brown tar, so i think i was just agitating air into the tar rather than cleaning it. I got some kind of Chemical that came with gloves and a bag and a lot of warnings. It came with an instruction leaflet whose first instruction was "read the instruction leaflet".

That Severe Alert on the telephone was unpleasant, wasn't it? Very large noise. Very unpleasant. I still feel shaken. I very nearly cried. My hormones are all over the place atm and I have been crying quite easily. I love being in the easy-to-tears state. I love being in that place where i could be looking at a statue and imagine that it is proud and start crying. Feels great.

I'm glad the Spring has finally come. Winter was hard.

A person should always seek to remove more pain from this world than they introduce. I broke that rule last week being selfish, so now I'm back to drinking nothing stronger than buttermilk.

Spent the week watching Gilmore Girls and thinking about my friends. I also started making a piece of music that I'm pretty pleased with so far. I'll attach a demo of it to this post.

On Friday night i dressed up in my cutest cherry jumper and red patchwork dress and went out to Fox & Firkin to meet some friends I haven't seen in a while. I was sober, drinking water. They were on MDMA. They were very friendly and complimentary about my cherry outfit. I met some people I hadn't met before, and they were exceedingly lovely too.

On Saturday I spent the whole day curled up on the sofa playing video games and watching TV. A lovely way to spend a day. Unfortunately at the end of the day I decided it would be a good idea to order myself a pizza. I did not enjoy the pizza, and it spiked my blood sugar a crazy amount. On Sunday I quite, quite foolishly compounded the problem by adding tacos to my body. The tacos were delicious. Really good.

For some completely unknown reason I'd agreed to attend a drum circle in the woods on Sunday night. I'd stayed up incredibly late, woken up early, drank a cup of coffee and then had an unintentional nap. I woke up late. I'd already worn my cutest outfit on Friday, and all my other clothes were dirty. I picked a new outfit and threw it into the machine. I jumped in the shower. I started getting my face ready. Beck Avery text me to ask if I wanted to meet her at a bar right next to the drum circle. This was around the time the high blood sugar started to become a problem. There I am, fuzzy headed, half-naked, face done, hair up, bra on, sitting on the floor in front of the washing machine watching it spin spin spin like the hands of the clock and my feet and hands are tingling with peripheral neuropathy.

Eventually I made it out the door (though my outfit was incomplete because i messed up and didn't put my pink velour sweatpants in there). I took a bus that went all the way from here to there. It's a cute place, never been there before. I met Becky Avery and we had a fun chat, though my eyes and brain were boiling in their own sugar and I was getting very shivery and fluish. I had to cancel on the drum circle, but I waited on a wall until the people I had promised I'd attend showed up so i could tell them i love them and say hello and goodbye.

It's unlikely i'll be able to work tomorrow, i'm cooking all my organs into a hot sweet goulash. I'll need to do some very fast exercise and take some kind of medication that can lower the blood sugar and reduce pain. Así es la vida.

I'm roasting a chicken. I don't really want a chicken, but I have all these vintage pyrexes now and a cute apron and what else am I going to do? Yes, well. It's in the oven now and it smells delicious.

There were a couple of eventful weekends. Several bottles of tequila disappeared inside a rabbit and I visited some bars and made some very fast friends. Entertaining, but brief. It's cute when drunk people tell you they want to keep in touch with you. Even if you tell them to their face that you know this is not going to happen, they're so damned sure… so sure. I made a date, too. But it fell through. There are flowers in a vase on a little table with some birds on it. The pub around the corner houses a robin's nest now, they've placed some old menus against a wall to protect the brooding birdy from hungry fox and kitty cats. The table with the flowers on it, I found that in the street. It's got robins and tits and metal legs. It looks like something my grandmother would have had.

It's getting to be time to have a picnic. I'd love a good reason to buy a cute picnic basket and blanket from Selfridge's. Also a good reason to spend days corning beefs, and boiling eggs and making cucumber sandwiches.

Well I'd better go baste. Good luck.

~ chee