I like the summer, fine enough. It’s all butterflies and lazy afternoons and sweating in the shower. Work isn’t all that much fun, but let’s be frank – it can’t be all fun and games (and computer fuck-ups). Ok, so I don’t sleep that much, because – light and heat, but then again, I don’t sleep much anyway and this way I can sit up until the wee hours of the night watching bad horror movies and no one will find it strange…
Let me amend that – no one will find it stranger than they ought to, given the basic premise. My friends think it’s perfectly normal when I go on about the vampire/werewolf/mad professor who had this girl trapped in the tower/dungeon/laboratory and the was slain by the hero/avenger/flock of peasants. They benignly let me go on about it for a while and then politely change the subject. I guess that’s how it goes. I’d rather be watching that than re-runs of Friends or whatever. You know the types of shows you get at two in the morning – man alive, the infomercials are scarier by far than anything that slithered out of the ocean like a shadow of Cthulhu risen from the deep.
I read at night too, when I’m not sleeping. Trying to further my edju-ma-cation. ‘Cause, yeah, you can never read to many books. Sometimes the stuff you read at that time of the night does take on a life of its own, which is why you should try to stay away from clinical anatomy, superstring theory and tales of desert survival. If you can’t work out why, just take my word for it.
Last night it rained. Thank deity-of-choice. I’ve worked eight days in a row, the weather turning me into a total chocolate ice cream bitch, and not doing much for the insomnia – and on my first day off I got to sleep late. Really late. I mean “get up for breakfast and it’s time to have lunch” late. It’s still hot enough to make sweat trickle down your back from just sitting upright, but at least it a dry heat… well, not really. “Maybe I could have chocolate ice cream for breakfast?” Was my first thought. But that would involve getting dressed and going out. So no.
See, this is what happens when you get a day off. There’s decadence and soft mellow feeling, which explains why this is more a meandering than a rant. Ah, I am a lamb. I am full of the milk of human kindness… I took that a little too far, huh? Give it time. I am sure something is bound to piss me off before nightfall.
ROL
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