Festivals are a funny ol' thing...

I recently returned from 'Download' festival, which has replaced 'Ozzfest' in England. Obviously it's a ****ing metal festival then...

Lo and behold it is. Metal metal METAL. All the ****ing time. Used to like metal. Not anymore. I keep hearing guitar solos in the wind. Every car passing sounds like a guitar chugging...

I hear Norwegian women singing opera in the shower. I can't get the stains out of my clothes. My shoes stink of beer. My nose is burnt.

But I ****ing loved it!

Infact, so twisted was my sense of reality, that when I returned home I couldn't speak to anyone. Holding a conversation with my brother was a chore. Thank god my mum's gone to Dallas, and my dad doesn't really bother. I've sat in my room for days, trying to get over the fact my system has been under constant abuse for the last 5 days. Sleeping irregularly in my comfy bed. Waking up in sweats, maybe due to lack of drugs?! How ****ed up is this?! I don't understand.

I skip a day of work. 2 nights afterward, and I still can't face a bus full of people.

Today I managed to scrape into work. Late, of course. Since here I have spent the majority of my time looking for pictures of the festival, and chatting to the peopleI was there with online. I've barely said a word to my co-workers. I haven't bothered eating today, because I can't stand to face the canteen staff yet. They call me chip boy, because all I ever order is chips. The reason being that their menus are so ****ed up with ****that no sane person would consider buying anything but. I hate them for chip boy, I truely do.

And then, all of a sudden, something more shocking and horrifying that anything in the whole world occured to me...

I have turned into one of you.

Theeeeeeeeeenks