Chronology
by phill
Sitting out the back of work at the moment, wondering whether there’s any way of maiming myself such that I could claim incapacity and head back home to enter the realm of the Sandman once more. There was a certain fantasy running through my dreams last night that I could really, really appreciate getting back to. Needless to say it’s not a dream that can be repeated safely without fear of a tonguelashing from the young lady involved if she ever reads this. It should suffice to instead to say that given the choice between aforesaid unconscious mental stimulus and the bright halogen lights currently causing my head to feel like H. Dumpty after his unsuccessful parachuting attempt I would, without a nanosecond’s hesitation, choose the former.
So. New Year’s Eve was okay. Not a whirlwind of colour and excitement, but still an enjoyable night. Which is why I kind of feel slighted this morning. The ratio of fun-had-to-headache are not in the right proportions for last night. I was sober when I drove Louise hoem at about four in the morning, even more sober as I pulled into my driveway at five. Somewhere in the six hours of sleep (blissfully decadent as it was) between that time and eleven this morning my brain managed to grow – Mojo Jojo style – to a size and shape closely resembling a ball hammer before using its new found muscularity to beat on the inside of my head.
So. Phill has a hangover.
I finished my first painting ever and handed it dutifully over to Louise for what I expected to be a barrage of artistic critique aimed at my pathetic ministrations of hue. Instead all I got was a ‘paint the edges’, a ‘don’t use watercolour brushes’ and a ‘paint using references, not just your brain’. In exchange for my work I received from her a painting of her mouth. Trust me, it’s good. And manages to blend in perfectly in its surrounding of Tolman and Giger.
I do believe that I’m a rather lucky fellow at this point in time. But I don’t wish to spout it out lest the words resent the spitting and come back to bite me in the ass. Or kneecaps. In any case, I need to go and start cleaning these CD’s before I start work.
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