Damned As We Drown
Well, here I am on another Sunday at work. I've had so much sleep last night it's not funny. Grr, I'm pretty damn hungry... hopefully Paul will be here soon to get ready for his band practice and I can go run and grab something to eat while he watches the shop. Mmm... Wendy's hot dogs.
Speaking of dogs, our neighbours lost their beautiful dog Venus to a car the other day. I wasn't at home when it happened, but I still can't stop thinking about it. Sure, Venus used to bite my wrists all the time and jump up on me, but she was beautiful. I'm gonna miss her enthusiastic welcome-home's, they were the only ones I got.
I watched Gothica last night, with Halle Berry. It was fucking awesome. It gets the Steen stamp of approval (c). Or something. I love dark movies.
I went to the Tassie on Thursday and Friday night, but Friday was shit. I knew like three people there, and two of them disappeared. At least I had Lisa to talk to! Thanks for keeping me company, Lisa! I didn't manage to go to Oceans night club yet, I'll probably do it next Friday. And I have a free entry card to next Saturday's G-Teez at the Tassie so I should probably use it while I can. So, this weekend's going to be pretty eventful for me. Hopefully. Anyone who's legal that reads this had better organise a night out at the Tassie on Thursday, or there will be hell to pay!
Yay, Paul brought me a Wendy's hot dog. Munch munch.
Kimmeh and I are overdue for a movie night, but it's the holidays soon so I guess there's ample time to fix that.
It's almost a nice day outside, pity I have to friggin' work. I feel like standing outside and just soaking up the warmth. It's just my luck that my days off will probably be grey and rainy. Every day that I wake up at Tulka recently has seen the tide out far. I don't know why, but I can't help feeling it's a bad omen or an indication of something to happen, as silly as it sounds.
I think I've damaged my back and my neck. I always crack them. I already know I'm going to suffer crippling arthritis when I'm much older, but recently both of them have been sore as hell and the skin surrounding them has been numb. It's pretty scary actually. It might be because I headbang and dance like I have epilepsy at the pub, though.
I feel so out of character. I mean, I don't feel myself today. I don't feel particularly hypo or full of energy even though I've slept long enough to impress people in a coma. But that's not it, I just feel different. I can't explain how really, I suppose you'd have to talk to me to see. Christine came in to see me today for about half an hour and I just felt like I didn't know her, it's too hard and weird to explain properly.
I woke up on Friday morning and decided that me being lonely didn't bother me anymore. It's stuck since then, so that's good. I don't know how long it'll last, but hopefully long enough to pull myself out of the depressive shit hole I've been in recently. I feel a hell of a lot more clear-headed after Friday morning, and I don't want it to stop. Today I feel weird but happy, so that's good too.
I think I'm starting to get sick, I've been really coughing my lungs up recently but I feel fine right now. Maybe I should lay off the milk drinks. Vanilla Malt Oak, thy name is Satan.
Well, this is one of the longest updates ever but looking up it's filled with nothing really interesting anyway, so I guess I'll leave it here. Peace out.
Rick Steen, Infernal Worm... Signing off.