Worrying in a Winter Wonderland, Part Two

Well, here’s the rather belated second half of my report on my isolated winter “adventures”. If you can wrap your brain around the concept – yes, I did snap and break into my booze store early. Hence the delay in posting. I was pretty bombed for four days straight over the cursed Christmas period. I wasn’t doing too badly beforehand, then I made the mistake of calling mother on the 25^th. This led me to drink and watching The Shining and Gladiator, instead of cooking my planned curry and saving the booze for New Year’s Eve. I remember a surprising amount from that evening actually and, to be honest, I did quite enjoy myself. It’s hard not to when you’re three sheets to the wind.

Surprisingly, I woke up on Christmas Day with a text from my old gaming buddy. If you remember, I decided to break contact with him months and months ago, but I was still touched by him caring enough to drop me a line. Nothing seems to bother him which, in turn, slightly bothers me. So, basically, he doesn’t seem permanently offended by my recent silence and unfriending. I felt it’d be far too hard and rude of me not to reply, which I did, and we’ve been in sparse contact ever since. I’m sure it’d be over by now, had I not been so “merry” over the past week. Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to see how things go.

I’m still in touch with my old guitar guru, although chat is generally limited to music playing and tech. We’ve never been that great at deeper stuff, and he generally avoids drink. He said, in passing, that he might head up to Sheffield in the New Year to hang out. I’m not sure why, or what’s inspired this, but I’m assuming he has guitar tech business to undertake around here, and that I’ll be a side visit. This is how people usually treat me. But, then again, maybe he’s genuinely interested in Me and only Me. He does seem to go out of his way to meet and help out his guitar connections. It seems to be the one and only thing he’s truly passionate about in life, besides family.

The contact I’ve had with people has helped with the cabin fever, I must say. Although, my binging hasn’t helped, of course; plus the weather has been truly miserable. I’ve also run out of antidepressants, so that’ll be affecting me very soon. If not already. I’ll try to pop out tomorrow to finally post my prescription. Again, the poor weather has kept me inside. And hangovers. And just general poor sleep pattern.

Oh yes, the sleep pattern is still weird. I’m not getting to sleep until around 5 am, which is no good if you have personal admin to do in the real world.

I think my bed needs another rebuild. Well, it’s more about just tightening screws and flipping the mattress, but it’s still a pain in the fucking ass. I’ll call the council in the New Year and ask for some new stuff. It’s been five years that this stuff has been plaguing my comfort. It’s time.

Well, I think I’ll call it a day there. I’m not feeling very chatty, but I just thought I’d finally give you Part Two of this downbeat epic. I can’t remember why I felt I had a whole extra post’s worth of news to update you with, but it’s clearly left my brain now.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!