You Were Expecting What?

I start early.

I seem to deal with work OCD cases all morning, who want their i's dotted, and their t's crossed, just for the sake of it.

I find myself trolling HR. To make the time pass.

Fuck it! I think late morning.

11:45am. I’m driving to Guidos

You seriously didn’t think, did you? 

12:10pm. I’m home.

I finish all my work. The focus is great, harness whenever you can. Hone in, Consentrate. Just get it done. You have to get it done.

I have several chats with Max.

Rolling Stones Undercover.

2:15 pm. Signs out of work. What the hell, everything was done. I sent all my work to Max, so she has it all

I light a fire.

It fixed my sore knee. I knew it would. See, purely medicinal.

3pm. Throw up in the kitchen sink like a fucken amateur. That was a surprise. 

 3:15pm. smashed on the couch, with Otto.

3:30pm. This was a huge mistake. He giggles nervously to himself.

3:45pm. Goat’s Head Soup

Angie is a masterpiece 

The killing of Georgie is a masterpiece.

That One Direction guy's song. Sign of the Times

Someone Saved My Life tonight

Life on Mars

Major Tom

Joni Mitchell Blue album.

Lucy Jordan.

Killer Queen

The late afternoon sun shines in the French Doors so beautifully, rich like honey.

I'm as comfy as a lamb.

Tenement Funster

Sam's going to be cross. I've fielded three, or four calls with him, I even answered one in the car stopped at the lights without giving it away, he's tired, he's going to bed.

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