I want a drink.
I want a drink.
And a cigarette.
I want to sit in a mostly dark room, a cigarette in one hand, a glass in the other. Depeche Mode or The Cure playing on... Alexa these days, I guess. The cd player boom box. Maybe the dvd player, attached to a tv, the music coming out of a speaker built for sitcoms or the news, not music.
I listen to the music. These days, that's all. 6051 days, according to Alexa, since my last cigarette. Years since I had my last drink. I *do* have some Vodka in the fridge I've been infusing. Cloves, anise, cinnamon. I'll probably drink it someday.
But I know what I'm like after a few, and it's always a few- not just a couple, drinks and, well... Perry doesn’t need to deal with that Clay.
That Clay's gone tho. Mostly. He usually only shows up at 2:30 am when it seems like he's the only person awake in a four mile radius.
He's reading this over my shoulder as I type.
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I watched Alien:Covenant tonight. I thought I'd seen it. I've started it before, I guess, but never followed through. It was a good companion to Prometheus, though I'm not sure how they fit into the Ripley movies. There's probably a facebook group devoted to the films but seeing what the fans are like in The Planet of the Apes group, I'm better off not asking.
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