the public diary of russell carlton age 27&3/4 - day 4

so

last night in the early hours i was joined by an unexpected little mattress companion, she rested her tired legs gently on my nose stirring me from slumber, before a quick flap took her onto my cheek where i'm pretty sure she began feeding on my bitter sweet perspiration

had she got her fill and left me to sleep i wouldn't have minded, at least i could wake the next day safe in the knowledge that someone had left my bed fulfilled, but no, miss buzz buzz kept coming back for more and more and more for maybe 2 hours, and not even a cup of tea after. i was left feeling used and with a strange sense of paranoia that removed all but the smallest relief of slumber for the rest of my horizontal time

the sunbleached afternoon began optimistically in the bakery and stayed on good terms until the last bite of the gingerbread man at which point had had a new wheelbarrow of responsibilities popped in my intray to remind me what i am.. 

bullet points of news include

i've been approved for my new flat.. so this time next week i can be contemplating the continual misery of living in slightly more pleasant surroundings (with a slightly worse off bank balance)

star27 are to play in this nations capital for the first time.. i am refusing to forumulate feelings on this as pride always comes before a fall

*looks longingly out of the window at the unforgiving 100watt sky*

what wonders will tonight bring?

x