Purple Realm

Had my first assessment for potential therapy about ten days ago. Had homework to do and have a follow-up. We'll see if I'm "ready". The place was a good 4 miles away so we took a cab there with the aim of walking back with a route from Google Maps.
The four mile walk back pretty much doubled as we were misled and got a little lost. But it was nice to walk together and certainly there weren't many people where we were, really.
Anyway, I photographed a couple of things at the earlier stages in our walk.
We saw a weird thing on the other side of one of the roads and couldn't tell what the hell it was, some kind of animal or something, either way it was odd. So we crossed over to find the fattest, calmest pigeon ever:
It just sat there while I took a few photos, once just swivelling an eye to stare at me really creepily Fat bastard.

We also got to see the almost-complete Hindu temple that they've been building for four years:

My photo doesn't really show all the intricacies of the work, but it really is quite something to see.
We went to quite a lot of places, but as time went on things got a bit more stressful and photos weren't really on the brain any more. Still, if I see anything else and we both feel okay, then there may be more of the walk back next visit.

We've both actually been physically down with colds and whatnot. Mik was really fluey and then all of a sudden I got the worst throat pain I've ever had (and I've had acute tonsilitis many a time) and found myself without a wink of sleep and in pain no matter what I tried and every time I swallowed or breathed I really did try everything and had been in tears with the bastard thing so much poor Mik had to drag himself out to the pharmacy with me to find a remedy. £6 for a tiny spray later I was pissed that it alleviated it for about 5 seconds, and I was only allowed to use it once every 2 hours.
Once I managed to actually use it CORRECTLY before bed, however, I slept and woke able to function again. Bunged up, still sore, sounding awful, yes, but the feeling of someone constantly rubbing sandpaper all down my throat was gone. We're still trying to recover, it's going pretty well.

I got some more dye for my hair. I knew that ashy tones cooled down red tones in hair, and it was my plan to permanently dye it a really cool (tone, not awesome) ash blonde to rid my hair of all brassy tones before dyeing it a final time in a colour most like my roots. Well, not only did I inadvertently buy non-permanent, it came out a muddy-dishwater brown:
Don't be fooled by the fucking lighting, either. It's very bright tube lights and camera flash, and in reality it's fucking nasty. And it seems to be staying more than it should. I'mma dye it ONE MORE FUCKING TIME in a week or two and if that doesn't sort it out, then fuck it
Not only that, but I my cool hair cut has grown out and now I have the hair of a tweenage boy I hate my damn hair.

I've asked people around me not to mention Mojo. And yet, they keep on doing it.. "Oh, so-and-so dead cat, but it's worse for you, isn't it, cause you don't know if she's hurt or dead somewhere or what!" Yeah, thanks. She's gone. End of story. In my happier moments I would like to believe she's found another family (which is entirely possible, I know my damn cat better than anyone) so we'll just leave the worrying to my dark hours without any aid.

This has turned into a rant. So I may as well get the rest of it out; I met my new psych. I don't like her. She'snot awful, but she treated me as though I'ma an idiot. There's making sure your patient has the right info and treating them as if they can't do anything on their own. Fuck off. Good thing is though, she's pretty much just leaving me to it as far as seeing me is going, and possible therapies and shit. She only wants to see me 4 times a year and is happy with my current avenue of possible therapy. She says if I'm not eligible there are plenty of other things to choose from. Hopefully CHOOSE is the operative word. /rant

I've got a lot more people to buy for this Christmas - some are kinda obligatory, most are optional and all are certainly wanted by me. I love to buy people stuff Anyway, I came up with an idea: Token gifts. You know, small, trinkety, yes-they-cost-little but even-more-thought-went-into-them-because-of-limitations things. I'm scarily behind schedule, too. I don't just want to get any old thing, but the price is very low. My eyes are always open though and I've picked up whatever I thought suitable that I could.
On that note, EVERYONE that is on my friends list needs to supply me with their mailing address, if they're comfortable doing so.
Shit probably won't arrive for Christmas as postage costs and shizz are another thing to consider among the fact that I need to FIND stuff I think worthy within budget, but the token gift thing applies as much to you guys as family. Cause you ARE family. Mmmkay? So, addresses in my PM folder, puhlease.
Just don't expect stuff until next year and don't expect anything good. Just cause I think it's quite apt for you (and believe you me, I will call that into question in panic-attack form many times) doesn't mean you'll like it. Oh, and quantity and stuff will differ; sometimes I find a mega bargain. Don't get jealous.

A'ight, Mik's playing Arkham City and I wanna have a little nap cause I'm still coldy, I've barely slept the last few days and I've been mega-active all morning.