Life Goes On

I woke up feeling like shit. I think my first cigarette bought back all the bongs I smoked last night with Nicholas. I think I was still stoned. Think? I’m not sure if I had a giddy turn or I just got anxious about taking a sickie. I told myself to get to work. And I did. (Maybe, I’ve been feeling a little stressed lately?)

I bought Mersyndol for morning tea. Yum, my favourite. Ha ha. When did that pharmacist pull that packet away from me when I told her I really liked them? When was that? I pop a couple and all of the pain goes away.

Hello there young man

It's officially after the 15th so when are we going to catch up?

Kym

How about next week, Tuesday or Thursday... or Monday or Friday, for that matter.

I'm sure I've got lots to tell you.

Christian

Thursday is good for me because I get paid that day.

Kym

Thursday it is then, miss! ... er... mrs... er... ms

Christian

Yay!

(It's Mr, by the way)

I'm assuming you're happy to wander down my way and eat somewhere near my work. I'm assuming 5:30ish. Am I assuming correctly?

(Just kidding about the Mr – miss will do fine, as will missy or ms – not mrs though – I might get cranky and stab you if you call me that – or madam – I'm not fond of madam either)

Kym

Mamm, a la deep south or certain (idiot) Texan presidents.

Yes, yes, you assume correctly. All lovely.

Christian

Why do people call their partners to say they are leaving the office? What the hell is wrong with these people? It just makes me nauseous. (Not, actually, sure why) Get some backbone for the universe's sake.

Maybe I need to go home?

Christian

Ummm – probably for the same reason they call them on the train to say they're almost at the station, or can they take the fish out of the freezer... and that would be they don't actually have lives. Puke away and then when you've finished get out an appropriate weapon of mass destruction and let loose with it.

PS: don't forget to call someone and tell them that you'll be home a bit late (just got a bit of mess to clean up)

Kym

Rebecca left early to see He-who-shall-not-be-mentioned for a hair cut, around 4pm. I got bored by 5.15 and left too... like a junior staff member, as soon as the boss has gone. (except, Beck wouldn't care, so...)

SMS. 17.30. It’s so hot I might just melt! – Christian

SMS. 17.56. I’m working. I win – Rachel

I smoked bongs with Nicholas. Naturally. Potsy and Bongo, that's me and Nicholas, after all, while Tim gets plastered every night on a good Chardonnay, as he puts it.

We ate Chinese food and watched bad American television. So much bad American TV to watch. But Nicholas and I don't really care, as Nicolas keeps those bongs coming. The perfect antidote to bad, American TV.

It is hot.

SMS. 21.00. What’s the temp for the next few days? – Rachel

SMS. 21.18. 37, 39 and 41 – Christian

SMS. 21.28. Fuck! – Rachel

SMS. 21.38. We’re all gonna die, I tell you – Christian

SMS. 21.48. Well, let’s hope it’s quick – Rachel

SMS. 21.58. I’m not sure baking in the midday sun is ever gonna be quick – Christian