What a night

Oh my, Blog. I have just had one hell of a weekend.

you already know about Saturday, but today has been something all together more... bad.

I woke up today and events took their course until I was listening to "Box Of Contradiction" by the wonderfully talented Miss Lucy Day (buy her albums). I don't know if that was quite why what happened, happened, or if it just added to it. As it stands, I went down to get some breakfast, got about 3/4 through it, then my appetite just disappeared. I just felt awful.

I excused myself, went up to my room and cried. I don't know where it came from and it wasn't anything major, but I just lay there and cried for about 5 minutes. I'll be honest, I think it was stress. Got a whole load too much of that this weekend. So that sucked.

Work was shit. Just dragged on and on. And Jilly's been moved to kiosk, which sucks a whole lot because she's always a good laugh and a fun person. *shrugs* I wanted to keep myself to myself today anyway so I guess it wasn't all that bad.

And then we get to this evening. I spent most of it concentrating on my latest project, a website about a collection of stories some of the girls have written called "Moment In Time". I'll post a link when I feel the site is up to a quality that it can accept visitors.

Then I get an email from someone called Jill with the rather eye-catching subject line "Scooby - missing - dead?" As you can imagine my heart skipped more than a few beats and the headache wasn't too far behind. A small email conversation ensued wherein I began to ring Scoobys phone franticaly. To my anchor:**Thank you (again) for being there when I needed you**

It was all getting a bit much so I dumped a small fragment of the stress back onto its source. You know who you are and I did it because, at the end of the day, it's your fault and I have more than enough to worry about right now without that whole mess you've got tangled up in.

Anyway, I just tried to concentrate on other things but my phone never left my side and I always rang every 10 mins. Then I tried something maddeningly daft and decided I'd be better off around other people so I went downstairs and just crawled up to dad and started crying again. You've no idea how much my heart jumped when my phone let off one weak little "beep". I pulled out my phone. "1 missed call"... "Scooby"

I rang her back as quick as I could and hearing her voice... I can't explain how you feel in that position. When you know someone you feared was dead is still alive... it really is indescribable.

But I knew we weren't out of the woods yet as my precious little Scooby has asthma and in her state it would probably have been fatal, so I asked Scooby where she was and she told me. I passed that on back to her friend and she said she knew where it was and headed off.

I killed the best part of £7-8 credit tonight. But it was more than worth it just to hear your voice.

She got back safe and sound and right now she should either having something to eat or be in bed. My prayers and thoughts are still with you, hon, and I'm looking forward to May ^_^

So there we go. Now I have this story to add to the life-experiences as well. And this is why I was acting funny tonight and will probably be all weird tomorrow.

And now, I must sleep too. Otherwise I'm just gonna pass out and drool on the keyboard and that's not pleasant.

Much love to my 2 bestest-friends in the world. You both know who you are =)

Night, Blog.