Alcohol is a wonderful thing.
I wiped myself out last night, changed my pillow and voila ... I wake without pain. I have avoided the evil lounge chair just to be on the safe side and am sitting terribly proper. Like I have a stick up my arse.
I have confirmation on the months temp work and start Monday. In a two or three weeks time when my first pay comes through I shall be able to go out for Saturday breakfast again like I used too, though perhaps I shouldn't? Perhaps I should squirrel money away for later. That would be sensible. I am rarely sensible.
I wonder what it would be like to be sensible? An orderly existence. I would probably own a house by now and not as many cats. Probably I would have been married to Geoffrey for the last fifteen years and be struggling with moody teenage children.
I wonder if I would have let them paint their rooms black?
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