November 11th, 2007

Yellow head


I went to the Thinkbubble comics fair in Leeds, but it was a waste of time. I didn't know anyone there and so felt lonely and bored. Well I did know one of the organisers, as I'd previously met her in Ilkley at another comics event. I said hello, but she was far to busy to spend time talking to me. It was all a bit lame frankly. I left early.

I walked around Leeds town centre for awhile feeling like a ghost, someone once alive, who was now looking in on the living. I'd spent my twenties living in Leeds, when I'd had a ghastly time, full of loneliness and pain. And here I am, decades later, and the situation is no different.

My computer keeps freezing up. I don't seem to be able to keep it running for more than twenty minutes at a time. This is disastrous, not only because of the obvious reason that it's a lifeline to my online friends, but because I need it for my Forbidden Planet strip.

The two things I need right now: the prozac to kick in, and assistance in fixing whatever's wrong with the computer.