I was very excited this morning at the thought of pulling a sickie on account of a minor cold. Got up at 8.45am and rang my 18 year old supervisor at my shit agency job - rang the shit agency - was impressed by how weak and sore my voice sounded during the second phone call and wished it had been thus during the first.
Switched on my computer, logged onto SG and am now sitting here actually feeling quite ill.
The night before last, there might have been a small breakthrough. Working for the agencies is so intolerable, I really got to get my ass into gear, apply for this grant with Arts Council England, and start writing this novel I intend to write about one of my past lives, when I find out what this past life actually was.
So I play my regression tape and try to see the town I lived in. I aint getting nowhere until I find out the name of that place. But my room is so hot, my head so stuffy and the tape so repetitive, I keep rocking in and out of sleep until the tape stops. I think I will carry on laying here for a while but I better set my alarm for a couple of hours later because I need to get my stuff ready to work so I don't want to wake up and find it's 8am tomorrow.
You know when you do wake up and you've slept through your alarm and you're late to work? Or there's something you were supposed to do first thing in the morning and you CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT IT IS? I wake up to the alarm with that feeling of having forgotten or misplaced something, sit up in bed thinking, 'Bridgnorth. Bridgenorth.'
Now I might be riding along on the bus or staring out of my window and some completely random word or name might form itself in my head - like, 'anthropomorphic' or 'Morten Harket.' And I'll think, 'Morton Harket?' 'What?' But Bridgenorth is so loud in my head after I've meditated on this place, and I don't have many leads - so Q: where the hell is Bridgenorth?
A: Shropshire. And South Shropshire as well! Look, look, I'm in Birmingham and Bridgenorth is only just over the county border!
Fancy a trip, anyone?
Switched on my computer, logged onto SG and am now sitting here actually feeling quite ill.
The night before last, there might have been a small breakthrough. Working for the agencies is so intolerable, I really got to get my ass into gear, apply for this grant with Arts Council England, and start writing this novel I intend to write about one of my past lives, when I find out what this past life actually was.
So I play my regression tape and try to see the town I lived in. I aint getting nowhere until I find out the name of that place. But my room is so hot, my head so stuffy and the tape so repetitive, I keep rocking in and out of sleep until the tape stops. I think I will carry on laying here for a while but I better set my alarm for a couple of hours later because I need to get my stuff ready to work so I don't want to wake up and find it's 8am tomorrow.
You know when you do wake up and you've slept through your alarm and you're late to work? Or there's something you were supposed to do first thing in the morning and you CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT IT IS? I wake up to the alarm with that feeling of having forgotten or misplaced something, sit up in bed thinking, 'Bridgnorth. Bridgenorth.'
Now I might be riding along on the bus or staring out of my window and some completely random word or name might form itself in my head - like, 'anthropomorphic' or 'Morten Harket.' And I'll think, 'Morton Harket?' 'What?' But Bridgenorth is so loud in my head after I've meditated on this place, and I don't have many leads - so Q: where the hell is Bridgenorth?
A: Shropshire. And South Shropshire as well! Look, look, I'm in Birmingham and Bridgenorth is only just over the county border!
Fancy a trip, anyone?
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When's this gosling chase gonna happen? Can I come? Huh, huh, can I? (See comment above in fact.)
Yup, is a good set - but she's not going to supplant any of my 5 fav SGs!