A sequel.
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Like an unused muscle, my brain crunches into gear. I open my eyes. Fuck, I was right, this is painful.
Stumbling down the stairs, the mother who has taken me in gratis free for the last for coming on six months is on the couch, like an unkempt real life buddha, only wearing clothes, and not cast in bronze.
A gameshow is on T.V., then the news, then a soap, then... Well, you get the picture. It's only 2 p.m.
Like the junkie I am always in danger of becoming, I sit down at the computer, check my e-mail and check out the forums I post on, thinking that I will actually find an answer.
I crack on my standard playlist of random crap music tracks, adjusting volume until Fat Mike yelling Regaining Unconciosness drowns out Noel Edmonds who is urging another hapless contestant to open another red box.
The kitchen, coffee with a splash of cold water to cool it a bit (for immediate enjoyment without burning my mouth). Back to my corner.
Last night, I made a contribution, it seemed to me that it was random scribblings, with little merit. I classed it as a rant, so it didn't need merit, on the whole it seemed to be received, with little said against it. Success? I fucking hope not...
Im still (obvious to me) at a loss. Still asking the most eternal of questions, "What Next?". More reading, most of which is keeping track of a recent 'trend'. A little delving into archives, most of which is keeping track of past 'trends'. A few nonsensical posts.
I have a brief exchange with my mother over the evening news, about the marines and such captured in Iran. She seems somewhat taken aback by my almost violent apathy to a situation that, a few months ago, I would be most likely to vent some eloquent toeing of party lines.
Later she goes to bed. I stay here, but turn the volume up a bit.
Waking up tomorrow is really going to hurt. Again.
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Like an unused muscle, my brain crunches into gear. I open my eyes. Fuck, I was right, this is painful.
Stumbling down the stairs, the mother who has taken me in gratis free for the last for coming on six months is on the couch, like an unkempt real life buddha, only wearing clothes, and not cast in bronze.
A gameshow is on T.V., then the news, then a soap, then... Well, you get the picture. It's only 2 p.m.
Like the junkie I am always in danger of becoming, I sit down at the computer, check my e-mail and check out the forums I post on, thinking that I will actually find an answer.
I crack on my standard playlist of random crap music tracks, adjusting volume until Fat Mike yelling Regaining Unconciosness drowns out Noel Edmonds who is urging another hapless contestant to open another red box.
The kitchen, coffee with a splash of cold water to cool it a bit (for immediate enjoyment without burning my mouth). Back to my corner.
Last night, I made a contribution, it seemed to me that it was random scribblings, with little merit. I classed it as a rant, so it didn't need merit, on the whole it seemed to be received, with little said against it. Success? I fucking hope not...
Im still (obvious to me) at a loss. Still asking the most eternal of questions, "What Next?". More reading, most of which is keeping track of a recent 'trend'. A little delving into archives, most of which is keeping track of past 'trends'. A few nonsensical posts.
I have a brief exchange with my mother over the evening news, about the marines and such captured in Iran. She seems somewhat taken aback by my almost violent apathy to a situation that, a few months ago, I would be most likely to vent some eloquent toeing of party lines.
Later she goes to bed. I stay here, but turn the volume up a bit.
Waking up tomorrow is really going to hurt. Again.
