Have you been keeping up with Almost Drank the Kool-Aid? If not, this probably won't make any sense to you. You can catch up from the beginning by selecting the Kool-Aid menu above. sleep. fecking sleep. Am not sure if is actual insomnia. Has not been medically diagnosed, of course. And do not think … Continue reading KOOL-AID: sleep. fecking sleep.
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid... Yesterday Landlord came to me with a request. Would I drive him to the doctors today? He doesn’t trust the current state of his condition to drive into town. His meds need to be increased. Doctor about to go on leave so cannot make home visit. Three problems … Continue reading KOOL-AID: a visit to the doctors
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid... No. Have not abandoned plan to rid self of church retribution, even with discovery of Landlord’s Parkinson’s and his feelings about that. (side note: is he depressed? Should I be speaking to someone about it? Requesting he gets help? Sneak B group vitamins into his meals which, yes, … Continue reading KOOL-AID: right. so the plan
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid... When I moved into the gatehouse (yes, after seeing size of main house realised that is what my “cottage” is) Landlord supplied me with two sets of linen for my bed. Because could not be arsed washing linens in bathtub have extended use of linen beyond reasonable measures. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: landlord’s secret
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid... Postman Pat happy today. No packages. One single envelope. Watched him pass the window from position on the couch. The swinging of the metal mail slot a sinister sound. Probably because mail was sinister. A5 envelope with Gruff’s untidy scrawl on front. Name was not on envelope. Seems … Continue reading KOOL-AID: you’ve got mail
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-aid... It’s been three days since the whole pond-falling incident. Yes, that’s how I’m referring to my suicide attempt. Today was visited by Landlord. Did wonder if he was “checking in.” To see if was still alive. No, that can’t be true. Because he would have come sooner, no? … Continue reading KOOL-AID: i didn’t know you were seventeen
Another instalment of Kool-aid... Not everyone is treated poorly in the church. No one in the beginning. In the beginning there’s such enthusiasm. An excitement at all the church will do to save the world. In the beginning you are itching to get stuck in. Itching to spread the word of this glorious organisation. It’s … Continue reading KOOL-AID: only if you’re famous
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid... Is a recluse still a recluse if he receives guests? Enjoying a packet of popcorn for dinner when heard a vehicle approach Landlord’s gates. I guess you could call it nosy, but by living in what I assume must be the gatehouse, I feel it’s my right to … Continue reading KOOL-AID: night-time caller
Another instalment of Almost Drank the Kool-Aid... They come every Tuesday. A whole team of them in a van. Sometimes they are there most of day, others for a few short hours. Today, when leaving Landlords gates they pulled up outside of cottage. A young girl got out, knocking on my door. ‘Mr _____ … Continue reading KOOL-AID: visit from the cleaners
the next instalment of Almost drank the Kool-Aid... Not a moment longer could I deny the need for clothes. Might have been the Landlord, if truth be told. Yes, was a little humiliated by my wardrobe. And my smell. For these last few years have been scent free. Did not enjoy being scent free. … Continue reading KOOL-AID: failure’s new clothes
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