Sunday

I was up early, you know, as always. It was still dark, that's how early it was. I don't mind, I kind of like the solitude. 

I messaged David as I don't think he quite believes I wake up so early. He doesn't believe anyone gets up that early. He doesn’t. believe that early exists. He messaged me back at midday when he got up, with a photo of him in a g-string, a multi coloured shawl, a huge orange wig with an over-sized yellow bow and sunglasses, not exactly sure why. I guess he was just feeling the joy.

I read an interesting article in the Guardian that historically, over the last 5000 years, societies dominated by inequality and wealthy elites ruling have always led to societal collapse. Societies that are democratic and egalitarian have historically often lasted for thousands of years.

Societal collapse historically, actually, tend to improve the lives of ordinary citizens because the collapsed tended to be regional and the people easily returned to farming and self rule and improved living, away from elite rule, which would not be the same today, as we are one interconnected society.

So, if inequality, and rule by elites leads to societal collapse…

I watched my favourite YouTube car channel, with Otto curled up on the couch with him using my legs as a pillow. What else are Sunday mornings for, I ask you? The open fire from last night is slowly going out, almost in direct relationship to the sun coming out outside. Lovely. The sky is blue outside, what I can see of it. Ah, Sunday. Every day should be Sunday, that would be the best, wouldn't it?

We told our meth head mate that he had to head off, and he kind of semi vanished, but all his stuff was still here. Anyway, when he made an appearance, finally, on Friday, we asked him when he was going, and today was the day, you know, with some serious encouragement from us. Anyway, of course, he hasn't been seen since. So, we'll see. I guess that is a friendship over, but, multiple men arriving nightly at 3am, 4am, most nights, and the house constantly smelling of cigarettes, just wasn't going to fly. I don't even disapprove of what he's doing, nothing I haven't done in the past, lots of fun, but in my own house, go do it in your own house. I assume he'll be heading back to the country, where there isn't the opportunity for the parade of lads to walk through the door, (and, presumably, stick it in his arse, as he is definitely displaying 'bottom' behaviour) he hasn't said, but whatever, he only came to stay for a couple of weeks. Time to go.