Monday

Beginning of the week. It is for only one day. Gone. Sit back. Relax. One day on, one day off. My friend Kym has Wednesdays off, that way she never has to work more than two days and she is always a day a way from having a day off.

I was in the office alone, all day. Beck took the day off. I was just about to say I was going to... and she did. Doh! I did some writing, had a hour and half lunch and attended to all the things I had to do. And I left early. Zip. Gone.

I bought some new porn on the way home, so the sky was dark and the street lights were twinkling brightly against it, as I walked up Bourke Street; the footpath beginning to thin. The bright lights in the dark night just seems to make every thing shine and glossy. Perhaps, I'm just not used to the early nights. I've been such a hermit lately, I was always home and staying put in summer before the black descended.

Basically, I wrote myself off on dope and woke up just as the sky was starting to glow with light again. And I praised the universe for a day off, all over again.