With A New Year You Get To Thinking

Sam is complaining that his holidays are now over and we didn't really do much, which we didn't, it's true.

Mark called me to ask for comment on photos he'd sent earlier in the day, which I'd completely missed, of him painting the interior of his house completely white. He was supposed be resting up from a recent illness so what did he do, he painted the outside of his house, yes, of course, that is what you do, but that is Mark. Now, the interior is getting the once over.

David tried to change happy pills recently, but ended up in hospital, really, from my advice. He was weaning himself off the old ones over the Xmas/New Year week, so he could start the new ones, which would also help with some Neuralgia he's been having, oh yes, she's a mess, but he ended up calling me and appearing to be so fucken out of it and really not hooked into reality and I told him to call an ambulance, which he did do eventually when his house guests had that course of action confirmed by someone they'd spoken to, also. A doctor in a Swiss clinic, something. Oh, those poor house guests, some couple from Geneva, they must have thought, WTF? A couple of his cult members, no doubt, from his guru spirituality nonsense.

I've got a couple more days of holidays yet to laze around on the couch like a bloated whale, oh, only in attitude, and not actually physically. I'm looking pretty good, actually, even if I do say so myself. We go back to work Wednesday, I'm not sure whose bright idea that was, I never really questioned it.

I haven't been to the gym for a couple of weeks, over the holiday period, so in the next few days I really do need to start doing that again. Oh, the pain, the pain. Sam's been calling me out on having a gym membership ticking away not being used, which he is, of course, right about, but I intend to go, I really do. He just looks at me doubtfully when I say that.

LouLou called me New Year's Day and while I did call her back, she hasn't called back after that. I haven't seen her for ages, and she is battling homelessness, rising rents and all that, she's been house sitting for people for the last year. I have a spare room that I should offer to her, but she is a furious cigarette and pot smoker and I am reformed on both those counts and I just don't think I could live with someone who does now. Is that terrible? It's a bit terrible, I know.

I haven't seen Rachel, although we did exchange Happy Xmas texts. I can't help but think something has gone wrong with our friendship, but, you know, whatever, perhaps it is in my imagination. I don't know. I'm not the best friend for keeping in contact, I know that, and I guess they all know that too.

I've barely heard from Jill, and I still haven't seen her since her 35 kilo weight loss. Ah, still, I will. And Jill and I don't see each other all the time, but we always reconnect.

I wanted to go and visit Mark and Luke for the holidays, but Sam wasn't keen. We could have had a fun road trip up north and a week away. Oh well. And now his holidays, are over, and mine nearly are over. A couple a days.

Then it is back to the salt mines.