A week since my last ramblings.
It's 367am and I've decided, after thirty minutes thinking about it in a nice warm bed, to get up. It was nice lying there, I was watching this distant treetop swaying in the wind. With the darkness my eyes could not resolve the image fully, so it made an almost fractal, chaotic image in the distance. A tap dripped in my kitchen, I was born a few years too late to have the 'save water' mantra drummed into me to the point where such an event would send me scurrying crab-like to the sink, but hey, I'm still >64 per cent human, and it annoyed me, so eventually I trade the warmth of bed for a silent tap.
Funny, I had been dreaming about a friend from two decades ago, young Richie F.
He was driving in the back seat of a little white Laser hatchback, a girl I did not know driving, and they pulled up near me, looking for petrol. I was in sockless Doc Martens, (which is not so unusual, I have worn docs every day for three years now, they ;as infinitely better than the office crud I used to buy), I hopped in the back seat next to Richie, but did not close the door.
We drove off, me crouched half in half out the car, happy to be like that, Richie and girl still talking and yakking. We came to a hill, at the top was a petrol station at a roundabout, and the girl said
"Hey that's my petrol station".
I replied:
"Well, it's not just yours, I have these two friends Bek and Rachel who say it's their petrol station".
And that's all I recall. It only happened twenty minutes ago, so the memory is in that clear-but-fading-quickly stage. Completely unsure as to its meaning.
Anyways, thought I'd write this missive to my future self, in case one day he's clean and going "Hmm, maybe gabo is all fun and I just remember a coupla bad bits...might give it a whirl again".
The reality is, I'll be watching Star Trek till I go to work in three hours. Even with valium only a couple of hours sleep is all I got. And I went to bed trying not to think about today's takeaway sitting near my keys. Now that I'm awake and it's the due day it's even harder to ignore it. I know I'd get back to sleep with just a sip, but starting this early would mean 2 things
a) Resignation to scoring tonight, or
b) A night of no sleep spent by late arrival to work Thursday as I have to pick up from the chem when they open 830am...
At this stage I am not resigned to scoring on S's payday, a bit unusual, but I fear this will evaporate as her pay arrives and boredom sets in.
Okay, enough, off to try Farmville or watch Star Trek Voyager.
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Listening to Sunset Rubdown (still)
Reading -PK Dicks' Ganymede Takeover.
Watching - 1999's Total Recall 2070, Bladerunner (till it forze - DVDs don't last forever).
Trying - Not to use, To Write 1500 words for a short story comp due in 12 days.