I haven't slept. I went to Emma's last night & we stayed awake, sharing secrets (until 5am, when we did what respectable people do at that time & watched Grease with cups of tea). Her flight left at 9, she must be even more exhausted than I am. I went to Marleena's this afternoon as I was afraid of being alone in the house. I'm pretty certain the kitchen roof will collapse in the next 24 hours & I didn't want to clear the debris. So far no avalanche of plumbing.
On the way there a very strange man got on the bus. After 10 minutes a really bizarre smell filled the entire upper deck (rotting faeces is the only comparison I can make). He'd taken his shoes off, hence the smell. I thought that was a bit odd, until the guy whipped out his crack pipe & started smoking it on the bus. I love Harlesden!
Gaizka & I just had a conversation for the first time since December, I feel better. I can smell my laptop melting even more now & am finding it hard to type with one hand (the other is holding my laptop together). I need new music, new inspiration, a new laptop, & to work out whether this constant guilt I feel is part of the female condition. Ych a fi! It's time for bed & crappy television. Today I need someone to sleep next to. I should have asked CrackShite if he'd let me buy him new bed socks & if he'd come & hug me to sleep when needed. Fin.
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rockpapergun) wrote,
exhausted
