And the state of the matter is this.
It's the 9th of January, and instead of the usual trend of going too fast, a la 2004/5/6, it seems like forever has passed between now and new year's eve. Thinking about it, not much has gone on, and that's probably why the feeling of slow time is upon me. If I was doing things, actual things on a daily basis, then maybe things would be different.
Fingers are recovering nicely. The middle finger, where the skin was actually removed, has more or less healed, but the deeper fleshwound of my ring finger isn't going to be fully sorted for a while, I think. We'll see what the future holds. I can play guitar at least if I plaster the wounds, those plasters act as quite the forcefield. Still, I probably shouldn't be playing the guitar. It's just not one of those things I can help!
Finally handed in my creative writing portfolio; I pulled an all-nighter on Sunday to do it. Still hadn't finished it by 8am, but decided that after breakfast it'd probably come along faster. So in to town I went, an Egg McMuffin I ate, and a walk home I made without falling asleep on the way. I got into my room, swept all of my notes and things off the bed and slept until 3pm. Got up, emailed my work to myself, went into uni to finish it, print it off and hand it in, which I did just before 5. Successful day or what? See what I mean about time slowing down, though? To me it seems like ages since all that, and yet it was yesterday.
I got a call at some point yesterday from my mum to tell me that Jack had been in an accident. In order to avoid hitting a white van who'd braked far too quickly, Jack swerved into the hard shoulder; this would have been fine, no harm no foul, had it not have been for the police Range Rover parked on that exact spot of shoulder. Jack's car was completely destroyed, according to my uncle who went to pick him up. The policeman sitting in the patrol car without wearing a seatbelt went to hospital and it's been reported that he had 13 stitches in his head - to be honest, he shouldn't have been in the car; isn't that the rule when parking on the hard shoulder? Course, police make up their own rules.
It's worrying, this whole thing. Physically, Jack's fine, cuts and bruises, but mentally he's had to have been affected by it. Mum's said he's devastated, especially about the fact that he's injured somebody else. But worrying, because it involved damage to the police; within moments of the radio call from the copper (injured though conscious) six patrol cars showed up with an incident response unit - six patrol cars. Do you reckon there'd have been that many at the scene for a standard RTA? Jack was breathalised, his heap was confiscated and impounded, phone taken for analysis to make sure he wasn't using it at the time of the collision... they really do look after their own. I know I've been accused of insane paranoia regarding this issue, but the police are the most intimidating and dangerous organised force in the world.
It looks as though Jack's going to be blamed for the collision, being that it was him crashing into the back of the pig truck and not the other way round. But things have been racing through my mind here, like what if he's done for dangerous driving or what if he loses his licence? The guy's a rep, his job is to drive. Things are bad. Get the police involved and there's bound to be trouble.
Moving on to more lighthearted affairs, the comic is looking super at the moment, and I'm genuinely excited about it. I'm turning the comic into a storyline affair - at least for the time being, and the current story, Ellis In Wonderland has just begun, and proves to be awesome. I'm not entirely sure about what's going to happen, but at the moment I'm excited to see where everything fits. What the story does promise is finding out about Ellis and Alice's past, as well as the reason for Coop's death, the reason for Coop's resurrection, the reason the zombies came and went... and the James Blunt affair will finally come to its end. And you might or might not have been wondering why Keller is blind.
All that and more. I don't know when the story is planning to end - I'm not setting a schedule for this one. I'm just going to run with it.
There are so many things I want to be doing this year... it culminates in moving back to Manchester and living with my friends. Lanny, I ain't going no where.
posted by Cos Ryan @ 9:20 PM
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