An incredibly boring day yesterday. desperately so. But there's some 2D only projects coming in so I should be able to escape texturing soon. The day was only broken up by this thread . I was in stitches reading it, the more he got annoyed the funnier it became. When Spav posted the picture mid way through i had one of those moments where I was desperately trying not to burst out laughing in a silent office. I had to turn away and try and hold the laugh in. I haven't had that feeling in years, where you know you shouldn't laugh but that only makes you want to laugh more. it was like being back at school again. I gave up and went to the toilets. I must have seemed a little odd to the two suity cunts in there, walking in, going in a cubicle and bursting out laughing. It took about ten minutes for me to compose myself. Soon as I saw the picture I started again. Upon leaving work recpetionist girl got in the lift too. Fucking hell. I made up some bullshit chit chat that we both pretended to find chuckle worthy when it really wasn't. I'd already had an uncomfortable lift journey with jolly bald man from across the corridor at dinner. I passed that time by rustling my keys and wallet, trying to do it with some purpose so it looked like I had a reason for not talking.
Popped out for a pint with the missus. Went to O'Neills but it was full of cunts. The pub had gotten away from these people for a while but it was full of them again last night. including the same morons playing on that tedious looking golf game, hitting the trackball as hard as ever. So popped next door in to Patrick's. Much better. The missus doesn't liek the wine as much in there but I sat down and just thought 'ahh, this is better'. even the miserable barmaid was surprisingly cheery. Enjoyed my couple of pints before chipping back to her flat where I ate some stuff from her freezer while watching some of X-Men 2. I tried to explain what it was all about to her but it just sounded a bit daft 'aye, that fella there has like laser eyes...'. Got a fairly early night and was out like a light. Lots of dreams, including one on a plane where everyone started smoking but no one was telling them not to. Middle of the night was treated to the sound of cats shagging again. It was areasonable distance away by the sounds of it, and by christ it sounds painful, going by the noises. Woke again at about 5 and could hear the church bells a few roads away. A lovely but also rather eerie sound. I had one of those moments where you just think 'fucking hell, I'm just really, really happy'. It's a nice feeling. I left at 6:15 for the short walk back to my flat to shower and change. Dawn was just breaking, an ace time of the day. As I walked up the road I could hear alarms going off in peoples houses. I should wander more at this time of day, it really is lovely.
true to my theory, the pints seemed to have stopped my Crohn's flare up. I'm sure doctors would disapprove but it's such an individual condition, no two people suffer the same, and I know it so well I just know what to do. I've lived with it so long I can't remember having a normal gut.
turns out my aussie mate is meeting at a pub that I foolishly spent about 3 years of evenings worth in - The fucking Porter and Sorter in Croydon. A miserable hole of a pub that just happened to be near to my then work. But there were far better pubs within 200 yards yet everyone defaulted to the porter. Plus, he's asked my flatmate to invite all the old Croydon lot. So I won't be going. I don't hate them or anything but moving to beckenham and cutting them totally off from my social life was the best thing to do. By far. they were never my friends, no matter how much I tried to believe they were, they were just people I went drinking with. Meeting up with them in THAT pub would just throw me back to a time when I wasn't very happy and when i was a totally different person, for the sake of other people, and a person I didn't like, at that. I may not have many friends now but at least I'm happy and I'm me. they all still shuffle round the same Croydon cuntholes, pretending to be mates. I regret not being able to meet my aussie mate, but that's just the way it is. Besides, my flatmate will be out for the day on sunday so I'll get the flat to mesel.
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