Choke on ‘em

Had to check the time. It feels like midnight, but it’s only 10pm here in London. Maybe I’m on Minsk time. Arranging a pre Christmas trip to New York that is long overdue. It’s the only city I’ve been too that makes me look mellow. I love San Francisco and at this point it’s the only place apart from London that feels like home, but I’m in love with the idea of New York. All those marvellously angry bastards…

September has been a nasty month. There were the birthdays of course – always an ordeal one way or another. Having DC Mike and Emily here for two weeks helped keep our minds off just how ill Sandwich could be, so both Jess and I owe a big thanks to those guys for putting up with the occasional funk. As for the cat she’s completely oblivious of course. She’s now the proud owner of two scars. One on her hip where they went deep for a biopsy and now a large garish line along her stomach, freshly stitched, where her organs were exposed, moved around and put back again.

Tough little fucker.

She’s smaller, punk-rock shaved, tinged with yellow (thanks to the jaundice) and now on a morning and evening dose of steroids… but she’s still here.

Seeing as she’s getting back to the business of eating, sleeping and pissing all over the kitchen floor - just to underline the fact that her kidneys are working fine – I can finally get back to the things I let slip.

Lots of reading to catch up on and a great deal of writing to get through. Did I mention the fact that I also gave up coffee at exactly the wrong time? As it was a whim and nothing more I’ve been able to grab a little caffeine here and there over the last three weeks or so, but I miss the taste. Maybe the aroma even more. I don’t have too many vices and have yet to find a satisfying replacement for this one. Can I see myself in NYC without coffee?

Not really. Those fuckers would eat me alive.