Night noodling

It’s been about 12 hours since my rather stressful phone call with the bank. I have yet to calm down, feeling extremely anxious and restless. I’ve been able to have a few laughs throughout the day, but my usual sense of impending dread has been charged to its fullest.

I retired to bed a couple of hours ago but, of course, sleep alludes me. I’ve been listening to the Blurry Photos podcast, as I find it to be the most calming of the media at my disposal. Those silly boys really do know how to cut through the b.s. in life. I need that “energy”, now more than ever.

I’ve just gotten up to make some instant noodles. I like the Mama brand. They’re fun to build and the broth is sooo tasty. I wouldn’t usually add the included flavour sachet with cheap noodles, as they’re always horrid, but Mama’s are just divine.

I don’t think I’ll stay up longer than this little snack. I just can’t focus on anything. More DVDs arrived today, so I can do my random 80s Goldie Hawn marathon, at last. That new Wes Anderson film, Asteroid City, has turned up, which I only learned by chance had been released. It doesn’t seem than long ago since The French Dispatch came out, but I think that was help back during Covid.

I wonder if my dear departed ex is able to watch all his new films, wherever she is now.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to get maudlin about her. We just loved watching them together and always got excited when a new one came out in cinemas.

Nerds unite.

It’s still very chilly. I’ve had the heating on a few times today. I’m glad I have so many pairs of fingerless gloves secreted around the flat. I am good at losing things, after all.

I just started listening to that album William Shatner did with Ben Folds. It’s making me smile. I remember standing, stressed out, in a busy shop queue years and years ago thinking “Surely nothing can make this experience any worse”, then one of the songs from this album came on the PA. I was all like “Yep, that’ll do it, good call”.

Anyway, I thought writing down a few words might help calm me down a little more. Perhaps screaming into a pillow for half an hour or so might help also.

Right, time for noodles.

Burp.