An unfinished blog from October 2015.

my day

intersperse with tom ford day

- I slide awake with the disinterested grimace I went to sleep with. A dull day followed by dull dreams. Less lying down than slumping into the mattress. It's shut down. I don't sleep, I just turn off for 8 hours.

- embarrassing memories return in the shower. grunting and groaning to chase them away

- standing at the sink, staring at my hair in the mirror. will today be a good day for the hair? we'll see

- leave house. late. admire the blossoming trees in the common.

- step around slow arses on the way to tube. some fucker has stopped in the gate. impotently huff and puff behind them.

- tear down stairs to departing tube train. get cut-off by another commuter, wonder angrily what their fucking problem is there's another train coming, idiot.

- get on train. wonder why no one fucking moves to let you on.

- stand obliviously still at next stop as other passengers attempt to board.

- dash out of waterloo station. some fucker's trying to enter using the exit gate. beep through, blowing their mind as i stride through their group.

- put coat on chair. turn on computer. wander off for coffee.

- return with coffee. fuck about endlessly on the internet.

- lunch

- go home. repeat steps in reverse.

- track rougly 3 kilometres flouncing around sainsbury's. why is that fucker just stopped there?

- sit down on sofa. aimlessly twangle on guitar. zone out.