Locking Myself Away

6am

The twilight world of locking oneself away and smoking pot. I woke up to the television talking at me. It was just before 6am, the clock said 5 something. I got up and made coffee and rolled a joint and logged onto gaydar. I’m now on my second joint and I have the shakes. Maybe it’s the coffee?

What did I do yesterday, smoke pot and wank to porn, time ceases to have any meaning. It’s now all a blur. I should do some washing.

I just put washing on.

I’m still eating my muesli from yesterday morning.

I might go and watch some more porn.

Slept till 10am. Got up. Made more coffee. Fed and patted the cat. She loves the heated floors, especially the tiled floors. Quite the cat of the house now. Dare I say, she’s finally got owners who treat her nice.

So this is what all those other cats out in the yards meant, she thought, as she sashayed over to her cat bowl again. Still just the old wing bone? Perhaps I’ll go out side? Perhaps I’ll lie on the carpet in the study, behind Christian, just for the rest of the morning.

The cat is curled around my feet as I type.

I smoked more pot and headed back to bed.

SMS. 12.34. Miss? – Tom

Too many new videos to watch. I’d bought up six new ones. It’s funny how six seem to morph into one or two when they are laying on the rug ready to be picked for the finale.

I thought it was time that I answered Tom, as I’d ignored him for the past two days.

SMS. 13.00. Lying in bed watching teli – christian

SMS. 13.01. Will be over later – Tom

Okey dokey, I thought, but I didn’t answer, I was beginning to drift away to nod.

SMS. 16.18. Feel like Greek and Gay? – Tom

I woke up just before Big Brother. I spent a lot of the weekend smoking pot and passing out, or as we like to say in the dope world, sleeping.

Tom came over and I watched Big Brother and Law and Order with him.