got up feeling like shit.an afternoon ramble.

got my spuds cooking.
cuppa at hand.
and i'm eating porridge.

trying to get a few days off work.
it's difficult right now.

next stop christmas.

i really am knackered.
dead on my feet.

it looks cold out.
dull,grey,and miserable.
but dry.
that's something i suppose.

running on auto-pilot.

gotta re-stock with night nurse.

aldi's will have to wait.

a week off,
a few nights,
and days,
in bed with a nice woman,
what i wouldn't give.
probably wouldn't DO anything.
god knows why.
certainly wouldn't be anything of a sexual nature going on.
there's just something very comforting about it.
just to HAVE somebody,
close,
go to sleep with,
and wake up with,
y'know?
and i know i keep saying it,
"pillowtalk",
i really DO miss that.

never mind.

had better get my shower.

lardthing doesn't seem to be here.
could be in bed of course.
but the effort it must have taken,
to get off his arse,
unplug himself from his laptop,
and actually "GO OUT",
if indeed he has.
WOW!
immense.

maybe he's been offered a job?
how awful.
dread the thought.


my fuckin legs.

coffee,
then shower.

watch my spuds.

then go and lie down maybe.

i've got no energy.
AT all.


i bet eastbourne's cold.

junk-mail from "age uk.".
funeral-planning.

mine won't be MY proble.
really don't GIVE a fuck.

my spuds need turning.
don't we all.
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well,
i've had my shower.
that didn't do much for me.
but i'm washed.

thinking about writing.
jack dee even.
you need to have memories,
life memories,
and experiences,
on wich to draw,
make reference to.
i have nothing.
i'm not whinging.
that's how it is.

i mean,
in life terms,
wtf do i have to talk about?

not that it really matters.

we all have wants.

i'm thinking about buying a reefer,
jacket.
or rather,
a cheap imitation.
i've always liked those.
i like the style.
my idea of cool.
but practical.
a warm piece of clothing.

well there goes the silence.
dog showing off.
lardthing has returned.
whoopee!

i reckon i'll go make another coffee.

( and that's another thing.
if i ever manage to get shot of this fuckin monster of a broken telly,
i'll get coffee-making facilities in the bunker.
electric kettle,
small fridge.
i really can stay shut-up in here then.
i could even get a microwave. )

anyway,
coffee,
and a few chapters of jack dee.