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Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Friday March 12th-Pebble 28 year old Carlukian, Scotland
a day in the life
well they are all pretty similar apart from the amazing ones.....
it's about 8.30 am and I can't quite see properly and I'm not sure how many times I've fallen back asleep since I first stirred.
she has returned to the bed with a bounce and offers her lap as a pillow that is gladly accepted before the stroking of the head induces another bout of blackness.....
She has to leave and I reluctantly drag myself from the hollow 8 hours of weight has made.
Quickly ready with no food and breakneck down so many stairs, the bus stop welcomingly has a couple of passengers destined for the 8.12. There is a silent awkwardness untill the bus comes and we are all gladly forced to face the same way. The scandinavian student reads a book and the deaf lady talks
to the bus driver again.
Blurry streets, bad parents, scruffily dressed friends brandishing their alcohol prizes, there seems to be an urgency with everyone that I do not understand even though I'm late... again.
Caught hold of a green rail and wished I hadn't - mental note to wash my hands asap.....Jumped off the bus while it's still moving and made my way into the cake shop, caramel shortcake with tea always makes the day easier to face. Sneaking in the back door hoping no one will notice my tardy
arrival.
Working day blurs and annoys, stupidity of others making my working life worse and in turn this is making me bitter but I promise I will fight it again.....
no lunch as usual too busy, too guilty..... caramel cake break will have to suffice - I'm getting too fat anyway...
finished at last and the bracing breeze strengthens my core and prompts a feeling of freedom which is nice!
bus again - never can remember much of this journey apart from my nodding donkey embarassments.
Off the bus, resist the fag and booze shop to climb all the stairs that make me feel my age.
House door jams again - pain from forcing a key to turn soon forgotten as my bad clothes are off and my good clothes are on.
She arrives and we're eating and relaxing and lying holding each other watching television, sleeping and chatting in a drawl.
She beds first, I follow....Always too late - always too tired.
Posted by February 29th
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