A Crispy Day
Well the good news is I'm not pregnant. The bad news is I feel sick and tired (haha). But seriously, my bastard always seems to be accompanied by pretty extreme nausea. Guess what is preoccupying my mind on this crispy day...
On Monday Meep came to visit me with my present which was a photo of a Santa-painted log in Joshua Tree Park. It's lovely, and apt, as it was snowing. We went for a drive through the night along the canal and amongst the industrial estates, but I felt so sick. At one point I asked her to change direction as I felt we were going Widdershins. I got home and crawled straight into bed, half-clothed, so sick was I.
The following day Stefan came for a practise session. It always rains when he comes over. We headed into Wanker's pub where we played a few tunes. It is dark and cold there, as the gig is in the dungeon . The songs went down particularly well, and I can't wait for Stefan to move up here so we can play more regularly. He's a gas lad. I ended up walking home with Setanta who I met outside, who is clean 7 weeks now, but still completely bonkers. For some reason he trusts me, though. I think it's because I am honest with him. He is one of the few people I know who is able to take criticism, and I admire that because I can't. And who knows...maybe he is who he thinks he is. Maybe not. I've said that to him also. He bought a huge knife at a raffle, for cutting bull's heads off in one swoop, he said. He was carrying it like a baby, with the grip of one who has found diamonds.
Wednesday started out with meeting my father for a drink. I'd asked him to get cat food for me, and he'd tried and I'd reacted badly to something unrelated and completely taken for granted that he went out of his way to look for me. I did apologise, for once (I can be bad like that because I usually have a valid reason to be angry and forget that the apology is for the anger, not the reason). It was nice to see him and my uncle though. There were some dutch people sitting next to us, so we started speaking dutch as we left to make it clear we'd understood everything they'd shouted whilst we were there.
I walked home and made Chicken Tikka which I then accidently dragged across my bed (I have no chairs) and the cat's head. I then dragged myself(smelling of curry) to an open mic night down the road, which was great fun. I met a bassist I'd met before, a Brazilian who is only here for a month, and my fellowband member, who sang with me and I with him. It was Anti-Semite that ran the gig, and he was after being up several days in a row as he had assignments to hand up for school, and also has a night job working with patients in care. His client yesterday spent the day flinging shit at him.
When we left, Anti-Semite asked me to wait for him, which I did as I enjoy his company. As I waited, himself and the barman hurled abuse at each other with venom, apparently, a sign that they are friends. We found Anti-Semite some food in a place with the strangest logo I've seen in a while. It resembles a neon man holding his arse up for the world to see, only it's not that clear. I dunno what it's meant to be in real life. Anti-Semite said "So can we go home now?". I laughed and inquired "Are you coming to my house?" to which he replied thanks for the invite. I explained there'd be a price, and we agreed on a contract written in blood (I didn't think Jews were meant to go for that kind of thing). I don't mind him staying because he does not wreck the place, and he is quick-witted. All that ever happens is that we curl up and sleep and talk and sleep. I can manage that.
This morning there was snow on the cars but the ground was clean and the sky fresh and crispy. As I turned the corner to get the bus Anti-Semite said "Thanks very much. That was fun!" That's how these days always begin.
On Monday Meep came to visit me with my present which was a photo of a Santa-painted log in Joshua Tree Park. It's lovely, and apt, as it was snowing. We went for a drive through the night along the canal and amongst the industrial estates, but I felt so sick. At one point I asked her to change direction as I felt we were going Widdershins. I got home and crawled straight into bed, half-clothed, so sick was I.
The following day Stefan came for a practise session. It always rains when he comes over. We headed into Wanker's pub where we played a few tunes. It is dark and cold there, as the gig is in the dungeon . The songs went down particularly well, and I can't wait for Stefan to move up here so we can play more regularly. He's a gas lad. I ended up walking home with Setanta who I met outside, who is clean 7 weeks now, but still completely bonkers. For some reason he trusts me, though. I think it's because I am honest with him. He is one of the few people I know who is able to take criticism, and I admire that because I can't. And who knows...maybe he is who he thinks he is. Maybe not. I've said that to him also. He bought a huge knife at a raffle, for cutting bull's heads off in one swoop, he said. He was carrying it like a baby, with the grip of one who has found diamonds.
Wednesday started out with meeting my father for a drink. I'd asked him to get cat food for me, and he'd tried and I'd reacted badly to something unrelated and completely taken for granted that he went out of his way to look for me. I did apologise, for once (I can be bad like that because I usually have a valid reason to be angry and forget that the apology is for the anger, not the reason). It was nice to see him and my uncle though. There were some dutch people sitting next to us, so we started speaking dutch as we left to make it clear we'd understood everything they'd shouted whilst we were there.
I walked home and made Chicken Tikka which I then accidently dragged across my bed (I have no chairs) and the cat's head. I then dragged myself(smelling of curry) to an open mic night down the road, which was great fun. I met a bassist I'd met before, a Brazilian who is only here for a month, and my fellowband member, who sang with me and I with him. It was Anti-Semite that ran the gig, and he was after being up several days in a row as he had assignments to hand up for school, and also has a night job working with patients in care. His client yesterday spent the day flinging shit at him.
When we left, Anti-Semite asked me to wait for him, which I did as I enjoy his company. As I waited, himself and the barman hurled abuse at each other with venom, apparently, a sign that they are friends. We found Anti-Semite some food in a place with the strangest logo I've seen in a while. It resembles a neon man holding his arse up for the world to see, only it's not that clear. I dunno what it's meant to be in real life. Anti-Semite said "So can we go home now?". I laughed and inquired "Are you coming to my house?" to which he replied thanks for the invite. I explained there'd be a price, and we agreed on a contract written in blood (I didn't think Jews were meant to go for that kind of thing). I don't mind him staying because he does not wreck the place, and he is quick-witted. All that ever happens is that we curl up and sleep and talk and sleep. I can manage that.
This morning there was snow on the cars but the ground was clean and the sky fresh and crispy. As I turned the corner to get the bus Anti-Semite said "Thanks very much. That was fun!" That's how these days always begin.
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