BY YAWNS EARLY LIGHT
Damn it's early.
I awoke this morning thinking of Duncan and Anu. Perhaps it was the tail end of a dream. They were spilling out of a lift in Helsinki curled up with laughter after a mammoth swearing session. For some reason in my sleep/half awake head I had formed this idea that swearing was frowned upon in Ethiopia and their current trip to Finland was purely a release. A need to curse and scream obscenities out loud. "Bubblefuck!" shouted Anu (whom I doubt I have ever heard swear in real life), "cuntsmear!" continued Duncan. I have no idea why but this was a nice image to wake up to.
Maybe I have a brain tumor.
I thought it was later than this. I haven't worn a watch now for well over six months. Jess has started hitting the office for 8am. Some weeks I get up with her and some weeks I wait for the hungry cat to start chewing on my arm before I swing out of bed. It's never later than 9.30am.
Now here I am - not even 5am and already fully dressed. Wide awake and I haven't even made coffee yet. Strange. Good though. I can spend the morning mooching around with Jess when she wakes and walk her to the station. Maybe I'll grab a coffee and a newspaper on the way back. It's been a while since I did that. Yesterday I didn't bother fastening my boots all day - drove the cat mad having long shoelaces to chase around the floors every time I moved for coffee or to grab the phone. He has taken to sitting next to me as I type. Down here in the office I had to clear some space for him but upstairs he just crushes whatever is under him and stares into the mirror occasionaly acting to type and grabbing a hold of my mouse or swipes his claws at my wrist for whatever reason is going through his furry brain.
When I got up this morning I pulled my new fleece from the wardrobe and left it on the bed while I grabbed my t shirt. My Tribe.net shirt is my favourite at the moment despite the fact that I hardly use the site anymore. Maybe because it's grey. I have a lot of black to wade through to find it. So when I turn around my fleece is on the move as Jess reacts sleepily to an empty bed and tries to fill every inch of it. I grab the fleece on the second wave and leave her to her impossible task. The bed is huge and she is not.
It's been a good day so far.
Don't fucking spoil it.
Mike is blogging to: birds and nature and stuff
Damn it's early.
I awoke this morning thinking of Duncan and Anu. Perhaps it was the tail end of a dream. They were spilling out of a lift in Helsinki curled up with laughter after a mammoth swearing session. For some reason in my sleep/half awake head I had formed this idea that swearing was frowned upon in Ethiopia and their current trip to Finland was purely a release. A need to curse and scream obscenities out loud. "Bubblefuck!" shouted Anu (whom I doubt I have ever heard swear in real life), "cuntsmear!" continued Duncan. I have no idea why but this was a nice image to wake up to.
Maybe I have a brain tumor.
I thought it was later than this. I haven't worn a watch now for well over six months. Jess has started hitting the office for 8am. Some weeks I get up with her and some weeks I wait for the hungry cat to start chewing on my arm before I swing out of bed. It's never later than 9.30am.
Now here I am - not even 5am and already fully dressed. Wide awake and I haven't even made coffee yet. Strange. Good though. I can spend the morning mooching around with Jess when she wakes and walk her to the station. Maybe I'll grab a coffee and a newspaper on the way back. It's been a while since I did that. Yesterday I didn't bother fastening my boots all day - drove the cat mad having long shoelaces to chase around the floors every time I moved for coffee or to grab the phone. He has taken to sitting next to me as I type. Down here in the office I had to clear some space for him but upstairs he just crushes whatever is under him and stares into the mirror occasionaly acting to type and grabbing a hold of my mouse or swipes his claws at my wrist for whatever reason is going through his furry brain.
When I got up this morning I pulled my new fleece from the wardrobe and left it on the bed while I grabbed my t shirt. My Tribe.net shirt is my favourite at the moment despite the fact that I hardly use the site anymore. Maybe because it's grey. I have a lot of black to wade through to find it. So when I turn around my fleece is on the move as Jess reacts sleepily to an empty bed and tries to fill every inch of it. I grab the fleece on the second wave and leave her to her impossible task. The bed is huge and she is not.
It's been a good day so far.
Don't fucking spoil it.
Mike is blogging to: birds and nature and stuff
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