This has not been a particularly good week. My sleep has been all over the place. I’m really tired, don’t get me wrong but my mind is constantly working on God knows what and I just can’t get a proper night’s sleep. I go through phases like this, it’s part of my depression and I really hate them. The Cowboy has been on my mind again recently – for no apparent reason – which makes me even more annoyed as this arse does not deserve me wasting a single thought on him. I do hope though he gets gout. And IBS.
I think what pisses me off is that I tend to connect places with people and bad memories can ruin a place for me for a long time. And there are a hell of as lot of places in London now that I don’t like too much anymore. I would love to have a memory extractor sometimes. So you can suck all those shitty little memories out of your head and just be left with the good ones.
But I’m getting sidetracked and as I said, the guy does not deserve any of my time. It’s been an uneventful week though. Nothing to report other than sleeping problems. Gone to work. Helped with boring homework (sorry children). Even more boring household chores. The cat headbutted the dishwasher. Don’t ask. He is a bit on the daft side.
No one told me that as an adult you actually get a lot of weeks like that. A bit on the ‘meh’ side. Boring. Not really fun. Just going to work, paying the bills doing the ironing kind of this. That’s not true actually, I don’t iron. I dodged that bullet. But don’t tell my mother.
Much love marvelous people. Candidly, TC.