Well, the furniture finally arrived. Unfortunately, one of the workmen was a total dick. Surprising, huh? I honestly can’t be bothered to list all the little passive-aggressive things he did to piss me off but, rest assured, they managed to take a simple job and make it agonising. I got VERY drunk afterwards. I actually need to ring the council today and organise some stuff they claimed to have forgotten. I think they actually had it with them, but just couldn’t be arsed to go get it. They had had enough for the day, and wanted to go home to get fed and burped.
Assholes.
So, yes, that was how all that panned out. At least my new stuff is pretty sweet. Not great. Just sweet. It’s nice to sit and lie and turn things on without them cracking and snapping. My new fridge is even chilling food. CHILLING it! I feel like I’m in a science fiction movie. Where’s Michael York and Jenny Agutter?!
Not much else has transpired since. Just a lot of sipping cheap whisky and staring at the TV screen. Good times.
Oh, I managed to finalise the first draft of the first chapter of that new story I’ve been planning recently. Actually, I’ve been planning it for about thirty years, but I’m a slow starter.
Anyway, here it is:
It’s weird how I only feel happy at the moment when I’m thinking about my stories. Sinking into an alternate reality seems to be doing it for me. I am getting very worked up about grammar and punctuation though, which I’m not very good at. Every comma stresses me the funk out. Alas!
It’ll be a living work, so chapters will probably get revised and thicken out regularly. At least, that’s the plan.
Well, I hope ya’ll have a good week.
Do stay in touch, darlings.
Toodles!
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