That Was The Time I Came To, Had That Morning Realisation, Which Is Nothing More Than A Reality Adjustment

I was awake at 8.50am. That’s not, actually, true, as I hadn’t been asleep. That was the time I came to; had that morning realisation, a reality adjustment to pull me out of the fantasy I was in and back to reality. Come gather up some of the fragmented parts scattered all around and put, a least, a portion of them back into some recognisable order.

Bing! Zzzzzzzz! Oh, I see, that is where we are?

There was porn all night. The dvd’s were all over the bedroom floor this morning, in the cold hard light of day. Everywhere. We can’t let anyone else into the room, see it, until they are cleaned up.

I got up at 11am, out of bed and all. I left the bedroom even. Ah… forward.

Shane left for Sydney with Sebastian at 11.45am, on some foolish quest chasing after the boy from last weekend.

“I don’t have a chocolate egg to give you,” said Shane on his way out. “But I could leave a nice bud in the mull bowl.”

“Lovely.” Answer straight away, pick up the point and give it a conclusion. Don’t do your usual namby pamby not-answer and don’t-speak-up, because you are leaving your options open and some how you think not responding too passionately is, some how stylish, and an indication of breeding.

I felt poorly. Oh, second hand. Normal, no.

We ate instant noodles and muesli and drank tea and coffee, respectively… with half open mouths and sour looks. Blank? Oh, I don't know about that. Wave a hand in front of one of ou faces. Go on. Wave.

We did the rest of the Tina in the afternoon and went back to bed. We had stacks left, as we had both said “no” and stopped last night long before we normally would. Usually, the two of us hoover a bag down, no matter how much it is. Snouts to the trough until the very end.

But, I don’t think, we really quite buzzed. I don’t think we felt that stage of, “I want to keep feeling this no matter the cost,” which, of course, means that they weren’t that good.

“We should mess around with prescription drugs,” I said. “At least they are quality controlled.”

Sam laughed. “How dare years of failed govt drug policy ruin my eater weekend.”

The afternoon was grey.

We decided to stick to the original plan, which was to do the 6 points on Thursday night, so we had the rest of the Easter weekend to recover, so as to maximise the recovery time. We both have to be able to think back at work, Sam more so. But, I have to be able to think too, especially doing temp assignments, I can’t really take days off, not unless I am genuinely sick.

Back into the black, back into the night.