It's the first day of a new month! How many times did you get pinched and punched? I really had to restrain myself from smacking my little sister when she performed that delightful ritual on me this morning, because it's therapy day. I'm always in a bad mood about this, because I dislike navel gazing that intently, apart from to perfect strangers on the net that is.
I found a buddhist community yesterday that wants volunteers for 'outdoor activities'. I've litterpicked for four days at Glastonbury with only one spare pair of trousers and a tent sans flysheet, so reckon I could handle a week or so of dry stone walling among bald men wearing orange (is that buddhists, or am I getting confused with the Tango man? Although didn't that become a religion or something?)
Am going to see Goldfrapp in a month's time, and I made the mistake of watching part of their set at the V festival today. The singer freaked me out, she has scary dead eyes and legs that appeared to be about ten foot long.
Also, I couldn't see anybody dancing. In fact, everybody was just standing there looking ever so slightly freaked out themselves. They were the most silent audience I've ever seen, they even looked nervous about clapping. One bloke did start raising his hands in the air like he just didn't care, but put them back down very quickly when ten foot leg lady turned in his direction. There were a couple of hardcore hippies dancing at the back, but I suspect they were listening to their I-Pod's with their eyes firmly shut.
So now what do I do? I can't just stand there nodding appreciatively about for 90mins because I'll probably get deep vein thrombosis or something. I was planning on dancing like a fool. It's the only way I'll get through it. Maybe I'll fake a seizure, that's easily achieved with the help of sherbet for realistic nose frothing.
You see, THIS is why I need therapy.