Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Flajuauiee

Too tired to type. Working, walking, cycling, carrying. 12 straight days of 10 hours work +. Left phone somewhere. Unnecessary expense with taxi. Story to tell. Memory shot to shit. No idea of the day. Short sentences only. Sore feet. Ted visiting tomorrow. Weller gig tomorrow. Beer? Probably. E-mail to reply to. Pompy won FA Cup...arse bandits. Received a letter from afar. Tried to call sender, no reply. Thanks, but a reprimand will follow when brain. Works. Betterer. No food in house that's mine. Can't call for pizza. Hearing voices. My pillow. It speaks...

...and I'm as happy as a pig in a small wooden house, with a little garden and flower print curtains. Nice.

3 comments:

Beth said...

A great "slice of life" post. Love the title. (And the flower print curtains was a nice touch.)
Good times on the horizon. Enjoy.

Psychgrad said...

Get some rest. Enjoy tomorrow (or, I guess it's today, now).

Thanks for looking for the camera stuff.

Tina Vaziri said...

Hope the night's sleep did you good!