I'm Still Having Fun

I'd been having a lovely time, but it was clear that I was going to be running out, far too soon.

I'm going to have to do something.

28/04/2025

Okay, I’m adding an AI image and I wonder what this brief blog entry (above) actually means. I don’t have a clue, so I go to my journal and read the entry for that day. I was not going to share this, clearly, but then I thought, oh who the fuck cares, so here it is.

12.18am. I wake up on the couch, a bit twisted. I had to straighten up carefully. The bulldogs are side by side on the couch.

I smoke a joint.

12.38am. I’m sitting on the toilet, having the longest piss known to man, feeling kind of sideways, and I think finally, I’m feeling stoned.

Did I feed the dogs chicken necks? Yes, I did, I can just remember because I had something like two left over.

The kitchen is in a mess, I’ll have to clean it before I go to bed.

Milo comes into the lounge room.

1.15am. Brun gets up and decides to chase Milo. Both bulldogs get involved, of course. Brun naturally goes out for a piss. Otto follows. I send them both off to bed.

I watch Tasty Classics and his 1953 Plymouth revival.

Hours disappear. I may have passed out. I'm not sure now.

4am. Otto appears in the lounge room, as I make coffee and disappear out on to the lanai to smoke a splif.

5.45am. Another joint.

I’m not going back to bed now.

I watch Hagerty getting a 1959 Edsel working. I think I fall asleep. I wake up with my laptop perched precariously on my stomach.

6.17am. Brun appears back in the lounge room.

I’m watching DriveMyClassic and an Austin A40 Sommerset.

6.48am. Another joint.

I should sign into work. Eeeek! Yeah, sure, sign in. Who the fuck cares. What with working from home and public holidays being what they are, and this being my quiet week, whatever?

I answer all my emails, getting them all out of the way.

I’ve got no bread for toast, I’ve got no fruit for oats, so I walked down to Smith Street for breakfast.

I got Hawaiian pizza bread and multiple jam donuts & nuts. I eat one of the jam donuts walking home.

11:03am. I’m home from the supermarket.

I fed the dogs. They need a lot of feeding. It always seems time to feed them again – perhaps not at 5.17am though.

11.11am. I smoke a joint.

Nothing workwise. I write a bit.

11:39am. Another joint.

Nothing workwise. I lie on the lounge room floor.

12.15pm. Another joint.

Nothing workwise. I write a bit more.

1.04pm. Joint.

I think I may have dozed off on the couch, but I am not sure.

(There must be porn involved here somewhere with all that pot, but I have made no note of it in my journal, so who knows where?)

1:40 pm. I walked down to Coles in Smith Street. 

I get shortbread, they were good, and Lamington Style Crown Danish, it was spectacular, and cold press juice, apple and pineapple and ginger, yum, yum.

There seems to be a lot of people in Coles getting munchie food, or perhaps that’s just me. Chuckle.

1:53pm. I’m back.

2.17pm. I have another joint.

While Otto destroys a pot in his kennel. I should do something to stop him, but I don’t.

3.14pm. The dogs started fighting, when I put them in their harnesses, so we didn’t go for a walk. I was too relaxed, by then, anyway, to deal with them fighting. Damn them! I was in the mood for a walk. Some fresh air would probably have been good. Maybe? I send Brun upstairs.

3.24pm. Joint.

I sign out of work. Oh fuck it, didn’t I sign in at 6.30am? I can’t remember now. But I think I did.

4.24pm. Joint.

I lie on the couch, just for a minute, you know, just to gather my thoughts.

I woke up on the couch 10.30pm with a sore shoulder, I must have slept funny. Oh, the pain.

I pay my tax. The letter still has to there today. I’ll deal with that problem tomorrow.

I’ve run out of cigarettes, stupid me.

I smoked a joint and staggered when I went back into the house, perhaps feeling really stoned for the first time.

I go to the supermarket and get more cigarettes.

Brun was asleep on the bed. Otto went underneath the bed. They were okay, when Otto and I finally went to bed.

I don’t know what time it was, but I didn't really care. Vampire hours, that’s what I call them. The world turns upside down. Sleep when the sun is up, crawl out of the crypt when night falls, or visa versa. Nothing mattered.

There you go, there is an explanation of I'd been having a lovely time.

23/11/2025