Well, it's official. I'm a massive asshole.
I spent close to 8 hours on a bus yesterday in order to get particularly irritable and nasty with someone that means quite a lot to me. Then another 8 hours back.
What a dick.
Well, I get a bed tomorrow. I've been living here for nearly 2 months, and I've been sleeping on an inflatable mattress, which is broken. So I'm looking forward to that. It's got to the point where it feels like my spine has been tied in a knot.
Other than that, it's been pretty quiet for me, work has gone into the period of insanity, so I'm working rather long days and driving really really far. So I have a simple routine at the moment. Wake, work, home, get stoned and play a computer game until I can keep my eyes open no more, sleep.
Although I have made a couple of observations recently, one is that the house I'm currently living in has the most fragrant dust. Seriously, it sounds strange, but if you run your finger across a dusty surface and give it a smell, it has a curiously pleasant scent, strangely reminiscent of some form of floral cleaning product.
The second one comes from my journey, I had to spend a lot of time in bus stations, as did quite a few other people. So how come all bus stations are such nasty miserable places? Birmingham bus station is fucking horrible (and has one of the scariest pubs in the world opposite). And why also do they insist on employing the most rude, ignorant and ineloquent staff? Wankers.
I spent close to 8 hours on a bus yesterday in order to get particularly irritable and nasty with someone that means quite a lot to me. Then another 8 hours back.
What a dick.
Well, I get a bed tomorrow. I've been living here for nearly 2 months, and I've been sleeping on an inflatable mattress, which is broken. So I'm looking forward to that. It's got to the point where it feels like my spine has been tied in a knot.
Other than that, it's been pretty quiet for me, work has gone into the period of insanity, so I'm working rather long days and driving really really far. So I have a simple routine at the moment. Wake, work, home, get stoned and play a computer game until I can keep my eyes open no more, sleep.
Although I have made a couple of observations recently, one is that the house I'm currently living in has the most fragrant dust. Seriously, it sounds strange, but if you run your finger across a dusty surface and give it a smell, it has a curiously pleasant scent, strangely reminiscent of some form of floral cleaning product.
The second one comes from my journey, I had to spend a lot of time in bus stations, as did quite a few other people. So how come all bus stations are such nasty miserable places? Birmingham bus station is fucking horrible (and has one of the scariest pubs in the world opposite). And why also do they insist on employing the most rude, ignorant and ineloquent staff? Wankers.
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Journeys suck. It took me 4hr 20mins to make the 60 mile train journey home. I mean - how?
the house thing is so cool!!! did you have a separate kitchen before, or now (sorry - bit daft, but i've never been in a bedsit before!)