A Saturday in the Life of a Gemseh
G woke up to the familiar, annoying sound of Didz yappery, after just three hours of sleep, hir entire body aching after a week of scrubbing, dancing and gallivanting around London. Ze hauled hirself out from under the duvet and down the stairs in order to shush the yappery right up by putting food in the offending Didz. Ze dumped a container of old pork and another container of old tuna pasta out onto the floor, and went the hell back to bed. The agenda for today, G thought, as ze languidly stretched out again, was to stay the hell in bed. Ze then remembered that ze'd intended to make a ginormous cup of coffee, and when the desire to do so overwhelmed the desire to stay still, ze shuffled into hir slippers and went back downstairs. Jon was in the process of making a cup of tea for himself, so G wished him a good morning and they exchanged mumbles of whingery over the inconvenience of the Didz yappery.
G stomped back upstairs and burrowed back into hir squeaky bed, grabbing hir phone in the process. Peering at it, ze gleefully realised that it was only seven forty-five. Yay, early! A whole Saturday to thonself! Suddenly bed was boring, and ze began conjuring plans to walk dogs, pick up some rabbits, and make a website. Then ze fired up these here internets and visited hir usual sites: ze caught up on lolz, messaged Tam on Facebook, posted pictures of hir gorgeous party hair, read four boring stories and started one vaguely intriguing work-in-progress, lost interest, jealously skimmed someone's account of seeing the 'Let's Kill Hitler' premiere last night, and then started to write this.
As this was being written, G was making plans to tidy up this journal and back it all up, making sure ze covered every gig and trip. Ze realised ze hadn't yet shared hir America trip and decided to get on that at some point today as well. But really, ze ought to just do nothing for a change. Sleep would be good. Damned insomnia. So ze posted this, stared at the ceiling, and waited for something interesting to happen.
G stomped back upstairs and burrowed back into hir squeaky bed, grabbing hir phone in the process. Peering at it, ze gleefully realised that it was only seven forty-five. Yay, early! A whole Saturday to thonself! Suddenly bed was boring, and ze began conjuring plans to walk dogs, pick up some rabbits, and make a website. Then ze fired up these here internets and visited hir usual sites: ze caught up on lolz, messaged Tam on Facebook, posted pictures of hir gorgeous party hair, read four boring stories and started one vaguely intriguing work-in-progress, lost interest, jealously skimmed someone's account of seeing the 'Let's Kill Hitler' premiere last night, and then started to write this.
As this was being written, G was making plans to tidy up this journal and back it all up, making sure ze covered every gig and trip. Ze realised ze hadn't yet shared hir America trip and decided to get on that at some point today as well. But really, ze ought to just do nothing for a change. Sleep would be good. Damned insomnia. So ze posted this, stared at the ceiling, and waited for something interesting to happen.