The night before Spookmas

So, a day after I mouthed off to you fine folk about not including any alcohol in my weekly grocery delivery, I just went and bought some in separately anyway, getting nicely squiffy over Friday and Saturday. I’m rather predictable, aren’t I? Oh well, old habits, and all that! At least I’m keeping my sessions brief, rather than sticking to the full-time alcoholic-thing I started a few tragic months ago. I’ve stuck a bottle of flavoured vodka on my order this week, so at least I’m being honest with myself.

My mood swings are very harsh at the moment. Friday afternoon, I just lay prone on my bed for hours, virtually catatonic, feeling zero motivation of any kind. Them I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes and awoke a little more cheery and keen to get drunk! I seem to be saying “at least” a lot these days but, here it comes again, at least I was excited about something.

Today I actually made a curry. Homemade and everything! Not out of a tin or just reheating takeaway leftovers. Amazing, huh?! There’s even some leftover for tomorrow. I’ve put a grocery order in for the morning, so I may add some fresh cream or yoghurt just to whack it up to 11.

I’m sure this all sounds mundane but, trust me, being inspired to do anything is a luxury for me right now. I almost didn’t get out of bed this morning but, after a few minutes of abyssal apathy, my brain gave me a little kick and I sprung into action! I’ve not ordered that guitar I mentioned in my last post, but I might do so after my appointment with the nurse on Wednesday. My logic was that, if I ordered it today, the courier would probably try calling when I was out at the surgery.

Not just a pretty face!

I’ve not really got anything planned for Halloween tomorrow. I might watch the comedy anthology shows by Channel 4 and the BBC, Garth Mareghi’s Darkplace and Dr Terrible’s House of Horrible, respectively but, in general, I’m not one to take part. I was even thinking about developing an alternative celebration calendar, just to be a dick. Not that there’s anyone in my life to complain about such eccentric behaviour. Ha! More fool… erm… me, I guess.

Sigh.

Anyway, kids daren’t come into these blocks to trick or treat, so I won’t need to buy any crap in to hand out. Well, sometimes they do sneak into the stairwell, but only as a dare to fuck about and break things. Or smoke weed.

Nobody ever offers me any. Where’s peer pressure when you need it?!

I’ve been getting into the podcast Muffed Movies over the weekend. They’re presented by a joyfully camp gentleman called Mark Soloff, who I discovered through the Blurry Photos podcast. He basically does spoof audio descriptions for the visually impaired, with elements of trivia commentary too. In fact, I enjoyed the Mad Max ones so much that I’ve dug out the boxset to watch, even though I only went through it recently. I sort of miss the youthful days when I used to watch certain films over and over again, almost obsessively. I think that was more to do with my lack of viewing options in the 90s, but my more diverse viewing habits these days could be to do with the pure horror of maturity. I’ve never particularly liked television as a passive viewing experience, so collecting home media has always been a distinct passion of mine. If I could have the time back at the end of my life that I spent in HMV as a teenager then, well, people would think I was an immortal! Just like in Highlander which, incidentally, was another one of my obsessive teen watches.

Oh that guitar rack arrived, but I’ve not built it yet. If this rare feeling of motivation continues into tomorrow, then I’ll have a quick vacuum around then assemble it. Hmmm, I guess I can assemble it before vacuuming, but I’d rather have some sort of order to my actions. I’m not sure why.

There’s still been no significant interaction with any other humans this week. I did text my brother over the weekend, but he’s absolutely useless at holding virtual conversations. He keeps saying he’ll email me an update about mother’s ailing health, but never does. I wonder if she’s died and he’s just not telling anyone. Eek! How very soap opera.

Anyway, I best go press play on Mad Max. I get anxious when I become side-tracked by my computer and leave the TV burning away electricity. Then again, I don’t much like sitting alone in the dark.

I hope y’all spook well tomorrow, whatever your plans are.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!