I’ve been in a journal-writing sort of mood of late. I have generally been throwing my thoughts at a pen pal, but his formulaic responses, which read like spreadsheets, have been getting me down. Since I last posted here, I’ve become something of a full-blown, full-time alcoholic, rather than the plucky “weekend warrior” of yore. However, life still goes on and I do have the odd dry patch. So to speak. Let’s see how we get along, shall we?
I’m in the midst of wet spell at the moment, but I’m hoping it won’t last too long. I’ve begun working my way through a Bruce Lee boxset, so I’d like to be getting along with that. The Big Boss, which I watched two days ago, was the first Lee film I’ve ever seen, and I was very charmed by it. More for the unintentional warmth of its atmosphere than the marital arts. Only the Chinese can make a relaxing action film!
I waited all day yesterday for a telephone engineer that never turned up, so that’s gotten me rather confused. More so. I’ll try ringing them again soon to rearrange the appointment. They were supposed to help me convert over to this dastardly new digital phone system, but hey-ho. A criminal waste of everybody’s time and money and effort, if you ask me, but I guess some government minister is making wads of cash out of it. Sigh!
Apparently the world cup is on, which would explain all the hyper-masculine shouting going on in my neighbourhood of late. And the rest of the country. There are few things more obnoxious than English football fans, I must say. But, hey, the booze is helping to drown out their jeers of whatever. One neighbour is now given to throwing empty bottles of beer from his upper-flat window to the recycling bins below, rather than taking them down quietly. World cup season is just too masculine a time to be delicate. Still, it shatters my nerves every time he does it. And, yes, I’m assuming it’s a “he”.
I’ve got a boozy shopping order coming later. The heat and alcohol is sapping my appetite somewhat, but I suppose that’s no bad thing. The kitchen is getting a little messy, but I’m sure I’ll sort it out once I’m in a more active state of mind.
I’ve started one of my erotic short stories for my other blog, The Whittling Post, but I’ve stalled on it due to hitting a rather dull scene. I need to write my way out fast! Dry scenes of domesticity aren’t generally sexy. Unless you’re really good at writing, which I of course am not.
I’m currently going through a phase of watching riff shows on YouTube, including MST3K and RiffTrax, which are keeping my spirits up. Isn’t comedy great?! I’m watching the RiffTrax version of Plan 9 from Outer Space this morning. They’re certainly good shows to watch when you’re on the bottle!
I just heard my neighbour below knocking a wire clothes hanger off a door or whatever. Bless. I do that all the time and it always feels like my life is falling apart. Not that I’m melodramatic or anything.
Well, I think that’s all for now, I shall let you get along on your sober way. I shall go about on my not-so-sober way.
Do stay in touch, darlings.
Toodles!
