...why can't I wake up today?
I mean, here I am, at my desk...I'm working...but I just can't shake the 'sleepy' from my eyes and head...perhaps I'm getting sick or something.
I've just made myself a cup of coffee and I'm hoping that this will do the trick...
...what do you do to wake yourself up??
Get your lucky knickers on my darlings...
"Someone's boring me. I think it's me."
Rayner Heppenstall, Four Absentees
I've not been around for a while, so I thought I'd drop a quick update in here for anyone who's interested.
My PC is still out...hoping to get a new one set up by the end of next month!
(My old PC got a virus and is in the hands of a total stranger who has said that he can get my data off the hard drive but I don't think he can. Which is killing me by the way...I'm quite lost without my stuff, I'm sure you can relate!!)
Things at home have been hectic. As per usual. We've have flooding recently that has, or at least seems to have been fixed now, but was the ruin of a good sketchbook and a half, much to my distress. Other personal bits and pieces were damaged too, good job my brother took those mini-movies of the water pouring through our electric sockets, out through the ceilings and spurting from crevices unseen etc..
We should be able to claim for damages.
We had new windows fitted last week and today they're going to remove the asbestos from beneath my floor boards.
(How considerate of them!??)
Looks like something straight out of E.T. man, I swear.
The possibility of getting the 2012 Olympics is causing mass re-generation in my area and the local councils are trying very hard to get our places up to standard.
If only the police were taking the same view...there have been muggings and assaults every night of the week with little or no comeuppance for the gangs who are still roaming the area. It's causing a lot of anxiety.
I woke up on Sunday morning and after making a cup of coffee, headed out to the veranda where I lit a cigarette, took in a deep breath and admired the morning sky which was warm and bright (summer did a bit of a disappearing act for us Brits for most of last week) and then, looking down to the long concrete strip in between our flats and the fields, saw that someone had taken a large piece of white chalk and drawn a 7 foot long cartoon-cock & balls on the pavement.
Written along the shaft was 'Jesus'.
There was another larger, unnamed cock...and I couldn't help but wonder who did it...did they get disturbed? Would they have named the other, bigger cock?
What would they name it?
And why...why did they do it?
I do know this, that I cringed and giggled as each church goer crossed it's path.
Ummmm, what else?
I'm thinking of quitting smoking, have been for a while.
Last week it was confirmed that my maternal grandfather has severe lung cancer and is refusing treatment. So it's certainly made me think...
...other than that?
I can't think, I should get on with my work, perhaps I'll come back later and write some more.
Damn, I miss this place.
I hope that you are all well...and happy, take care out there...
So sorry that I'm not there with you, my angel...
...I hope that you've got something special planned.
I miss you more than ever and love you more than that and wish more than either of those things that we could have spent this day together.
*cuddles & kisses*
The only other chance you'll get to see this...is in 8 years time in Australia.
...I am weakening.
Feeling stupid and stagnant and suppressed.
I wish this feeling away
Even praying before I rest
(now will that ever do?)
That it will disappear
Leaving me to return
To the security of numbness
I wake and it returns
Back to me
Like a pretty, stray dog
That's taken a liking
To the treats I hold
In my pockets
Am I mute?
Are they deaf?
I am weakening.
I am weakening.
I am weakening...
That is all.