Ahhh, just had a blow off a joint…did me the world of good! Totally overslept last night: 17 hours of my life. Wouldn’t wanna do that every night! Awoke at midday & peeled myself off the sweat in my bed. My pillow was soaked. My most recent memory was the dream I had just had. Now that memory has faded into oblivion, dammit. For what you dream of.
Tonight sees Primal Scream playing in The Olympia. Wicked band, beautiful venue! Meeting my mate Messy in The Globe for pre-gig shenanigans. I have absolutely nothing else to do today but eagerly await the evening. Gonna be a dry night ’cause I haven’t a bean till tomorrow. Just what the doctor ordered! A night of craic & ceol without getting hammered!
I am feeling surreal. Spent yesterday’s yoga session in absolute stillness after sailing through the warm-up postures. I was bloody tired! Can’t wait to get back in the studio well-rested tomorrow to challenge myself physically. And restore my meandering mind to equilibrium. I am slightly bonkers at present, not bonkers enough to get myself locked up but bonkers enough to make really bad decisions. So I must proceed with caution…Bipolar Order at work in not so carefully organised chaos.
I had a date last night but we stood each other up. I just went to bed & never heard from him. Jason. He said it was going to be platonic but he couldn’t keep his hands off me on Friday night so I doubt it. He’s my age, which is absolutely ancient! A horny wee devil. Had to get a hooker in after my departure on Friday night to satisfy his arousal, so he informed me. He’s highly sexed, as my neighbour Richard would say. Jason was out on the pull like a good thing to no avail on Saturday night, lurking on Dame Street, chasing the birds. He wanted to know if me & my mate fancied coming over to have something of a foursome, with his imaginary lover!
Friday night, before I chanced upon Jason, I was on the riproaring razzmattaz all over town with 3 lapping & licking Londoners, who I left licking their wounds after their fantasy of a foursome was quashed. One of ’em, Louis, was still on my case into the wee hours of Sunday morning. I love you! He was crooning. As if his love of getting into my pants was gonna stop me from crawling into my own bed at 5.30am. A gal’s gotta get her beauty sleep sometime.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 