Sunday, March 7
I've always hated Sundays. They're depressing as hell, nothing to do, no one to see. No energy to do anything with, even if there was something to do. Sundays are like the whole of one's teenaged years squashed into twenty-four hours. The only good thing about Sundays is that they're followed by Mondays, and thus by Things To Do again, the only hope in this barren land of dreary, monotonous ... bleh. Actually, "bleh" sums up the day better than any other word I can think of. If I ruled the world, Sundays would become illegal. And cake and bagel eating would be compulsory pastimes. But I digress.
Predictably, I have nothing much to report. The most exciting experience I have to relate, though extraordinary in itself, is a lone figure in the desert of Stuff What I Have Done. All the more stimulating events are taking place next week: a trip to Birmingham with college, a trip to Sheffield to see Cinnamon and an appointment with my new psychiatrist. Thus the pinnacle of my week has been consuming the delight that is Green and Black's new cherry chocolate. Fuck me, it's divine. I didn't think anything could beat Maya Gold, but they've managed it. Good job it's so expensive or I'd be living off of it.
Looks like I'll have to resort to detailing other people's lives. Rory has finally moved house, to a new flat in Belfast city centre. He's without a telephone for at least another three days, and ADSL-less until the end of next week. I don't know how he'll cope. Presumably by partaking in plenty of masturbation. Another relative has corked it. They're dropping like flies now. My mother has decided to go visit her father, who lives in Western=Super-Mare. I don't recall ever having met him, and the amount of times I've ever heard him discussed can not be into double figures. I don't know if this visit is a direct response to the deaths, or whether it was conceived of independently, I didn't ask. I was invited to come along, she's planning on traveling in May, but I have no curiosity about the man, and an aversion to traveling large distances for little reason. Thus I'm staying put here, thanks.
Though I may pop out and go get some chocolate soon.
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