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Avery Fitzwilliam Driscoll
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[Aug. 13th, 2004|09:14 pm] |
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I found my laptop and as I couldn't sleep I decided to at least be sort of useful. The chills and headache are gone, but I still feel a bit off-colour, though I might take a walk to stretch out my legs. Fresh air (or as fresh as it gets in the city) would do me nicely, I believe.
The family hasn't written, and I wonder if perhaps I should phone and at least be there for a week or two. Actually pretend to be their son. Perhaps I'll visit Nana and Papa and see how their attic sweep is coming along. Or at least see if Papa decided to care and give Nana a helping hand about the house.
Oh, how boring. Boringboringboring. It's gone rather quiet. I wonder w I'm off, then. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2004|04:40 pm] |
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| | Papa slamming doors at Nana to keep her quiet | ] |
I'll be heading back from Nana's in about a half-hour. She had much more shite in the attic than anyone could possibly have realised, especially Papa, who gave up mid-way through the cleaning and disappeared into his study with a bottle of whiskey. I do not blame him in the slightest.
Nana found a dozen ancient trunks, beat up and dusty, all of which contained old clothes and photos. Unfortunately, Nana couldn't remember who half of the people were, as they were on Papa's side of the family (and he refused to come back upstairs). Fortunately, I was granted permission to take what I fancied. This meant, of course, that Nana shoved three large trunks filled with clothes, letters, and photos at me, and thus gave me quite an attack of sneezes due to the rather impressive amount of dust that had collected.
I haven't yet had the time to search through any of the trunks, but I suppose I will do that when they invade Jake's flat (sorry).
Anyway, my back is a bit sore from moving things around, and the only break I got was when Nana and I went into the city for lunch and a quick run through Harrod's to buy her a new brooch for some social event next week.
At any rate, I'm covered in dust and in great need of a bath. Nana's also yelling at me to help clean up the last of our mess, so I shall be on my way. |
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[Jul. 29th, 2004|06:17 pm] |
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Addison, could I talk to you? |
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[Jul. 28th, 2004|10:12 pm] |
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I waited. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2004|04:34 pm] |
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What the fuck is wrong with everything? |
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[Jul. 27th, 2004|01:27 pm] |
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Well, I must say that this is a most peculiar situation, though not one I find myself averse to. If anything, I'd like it to right itself in the proper ways, so to speak. Er.
Anyway, I'm feeling much less like road kill and far more like a human being again, so I suppose this is good news.
And Addison? Thank you for the bear. It's adorable and I must find a name for it. Perhaps I should be terribly cliche and call it Addy. In fact, I might have to, as it looks an awful lot like an Addy. So. Addy it is.
Problem solved!
One more to go. |
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[Jul. 26th, 2004|05:47 pm] |
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Jesus fucking Christ. |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2004|03:49 pm] |
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Jack, I don't think I can come see you today.
Want to go back to bed now goodnight. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2004|08:38 pm] |
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Who knew letter-writing could be so rewarding!
Would anyone else fancy some odd correspondence from a long lost Etonian such as myself? Postmarked all the way from merry old London for you travel and stamp connoisseurs. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2004|01:25 pm] |
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I can finally breathe, and it is a wonderful feeling.
It almost seems dangerous that I should be so happy after not being happy at all, but I shall take it as it comes and maybe the happiness will last.
Currently, it is raining and I am drinking hot cocoa and wearing one of Jake's jumpers that he left out where I could find it. The sleeves are a bit too long and make it a bit difficult to hold the mug without it slipping, but that's okay because it is Jake's jumper, and I think, perhaps, I will never give it back. |
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[Jul. 14th, 2004|05:04 pm] |
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Tomorrow is London. Saturday is the trial. London, I can deal with, but the trial--being in a room with him--I can't. At all. I have medication to help prevent panic attacks, but I don't see what good it will do me. I suppose it will be okay since Jake and Jack will be there. I think.
I won't be able to eat for days. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2004|05:02 pm] |
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| | POUTING | ] |
I really, really, utterly, completely, totally, without a doubt, qualm or pang of guilt HATE MY LITTLE SISTER! |
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[Jul. 11th, 2004|11:03 pm] |
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I can't say that I'm in the best of moods. I have another appointment with the psychiatrist tomorrow morning at the ungodly hour of eight am, and as always, I'm not looking forward to it.
Although, I'm meant to be getting some meds to take during the trial. We will see. I'd like them, though, because they might help. With what, I'm not sure. I think it's for panic attacks. In any case, I hope they'll help. I don't want to go. I don't want to go back. |
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[Jul. 11th, 2004|01:48 pm] |
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My sister is diseased. I feel ill. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2004|10:39 pm] |
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I'm going to type this one handed so that I can see how much time I can possibly take. And now, for some reason, my sister is here and sh;j
jk
NEVERMIND. SCREW THAT IDEA. HAVE INNOCENT CHILDREN TO LOCK UP IN THE ATTIC. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2004|02:22 pm] |
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So. It's back to London for the trial next weekend.
I don't want to go I don't want to see him I never want to see him again because he'll hurt me he always hurts me and he hides and he waits and he watches and he knows he knows what scares me most he knows what makes me vunerable and he hates me so much I don't want to go back if he's there
I don't I can't It's I I can't say I'm looking forward to it. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2004|01:56 pm] |
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| | sore | ] |
I have the most horrific crick in my neck from falling asleep on the settee and the most peculiar bruise on the back of my head. No more reading when I am falling asleep, I think. I don't even remember what I was reading, but it must have been sufficiently boring.
Anyway, I'm meant to help James down by the stables and be a "proper elder brother" or somesuch shite, so I'd best be off before Mother shouts at me for having shoes on the furniture. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2004|06:36 pm] |
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I am neglecting this. |
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