What Kind of Empath Are You? created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Fallen Angel You are a Fallen Angel empath. You have not found your place in this world yet and wander as a lost soul. Your wings have been clipped but you know deep inside they will grow back. You need to fly free and proud. Fallen Angels are spiritual beings who were trapped by flesh, and are now seeking to spread their wings again. (from the Book of Storms at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/) Fallen Angel 70% Traveler 65% Universal 60% Judge 60% Artist 60% Healer 50% Shaman 35% Precog 35%

I thought that fallen angels were… you know.

I went to work this morning, but had to come home as I wasn’t feeling well. On and off since Wednesday night I’ve been feeling a tightness in my chest, plus aches and pains in my back. I’d hoped that the discomfort would ease by itself, but it got so bad earlier that I had to call the doctor. I’ve got an appointment with a GP in a couple of hours.

My mother was worried when I got home, but predictably one of the first things she said was that it could be due to my weight. She then mentioned her theory that it could be down to work-related stress… I just told her that I wanted to check it out with the doctor, there wasn’t any point in talking about possible causes before my appointment.

Of course, one of the reasons that I tried to put off going to the doctor was because I’m starting to feel that they won’t take any of my symptoms seriously until I’m slim. I was quite upset after my last appointment with a GP because she didn’t seem to want to investigate any of the physical problems I had; she just told me that exercise might help. I am aware that exercise is important for overall health, but there may also be other reasons for those symptoms too.

I’m seeing a different GP today, so hopefully he or she will look into my symptoms properly. I’ll update this post later with the diagnosis.

It’s true what they say: If you want something done, ask a busy person. Two years ago I was that busy person, and I got so much done. Now I’m working part-time, and I can barely get out of the bed these days.

Time, like money, is a luxury, and like money it can be squandered unwisely. I’ve haven’t been to work for the past nine days, and my only real achievements during that time are watching Heroes Season 2 and a few eps of Weeds Season 2. I can’t be totally surprised as I didn’t have a plan. Without a plan it’s easy to succumb to the temptation of daytime television, random websites and calls from sailors instead of concentrating on moving forward with my life.

My birthday has become a time when I think about my life direction. Since my 25th birthday I’ve been stressing about my 30th. There’s still a part of me that feels that my life should be sorted by then, that I should have a flat and a creative career, regular holidays abroad and perhaps Daniel Craig as my naked butler. Is that too much to ask for?

My mother cruelly keeps on reminding me that I’m returning to work tomorrow. It’s going to be hell, but I can look forward to the weekend at least.

If I’d had some money I might have gone to Europe or even Scotland, but my credit card bill is still on my mind.

My mum has also been on holiday for the last two weeks, which has been a factor in my declining level of sanity.

Vid: We Gotta Get Out Of This Place by The Animals

Due to my recent money troubles I reluctantly decided to sell some of my gear, including my saxophone. I put an ad in Loot, plus another one in the Sound on Sound readers’ ads.

One dark evening, on my way home from work, I received a call from a guy who was interested in my sax. He said that he’d been playing the saxophone for many years, and was working on a merchant ship. He said that he wouldn’t be able to buy the sax straight away, but he’d call me in a few weeks to see if it was still available. He sounded like a nice bloke, but after the other potential buyer turned out to be a timewaster I lost hope in selling the sax.

A couple of weeks ago I had another call from the Sax Man, who was checking whether the sax was still available. I confirmed that it was, and he said that he’d have some money for it at the end of this month. I told him that I hadn’t advertised it since the last time, so I was quite confident that it would still be up for grabs at that stage. I wasn’t totally sure that I still wanted to sell it, but I still needed the money.

Last Monday the Sax Man called again, to check whether the sax was still with me. I confirmed that it was. We had a nice chat about jazz, comparing our tastes (I’m more commercial, while he’s more into the esoteric experimental stuff).

I started to realise that he was chatting me up. And I didn’t really mind. Though it was clear that he’d been playing sax since before I was born, I liked the idea of being friends with a merchant sailor / saxophonist.

We’ve chatted everyday since then, and he seems to be infatuated with me, though he thinks he’s in love. We’re going to meet up on Saturday and see if we get on in person. I don’t really know what to think at this point. Plus I still don’t know if I want to give up my sax.

Yes, I can fly.

Vid: a clip from the forthcoming Superhero Movie (via Ladythrills.com)

Indulge me, guys! I’ve just watched the entire second season of Heroes in the last 24 hours.