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Hi everyone,
This week's been a roller coaster. On around a Wednesday morning, Jelly was being rather quiet and I got tired of everything and started teasing her a little.
She seemed kind of pissed so I eased off. A couple of hours later I ask her if she's read the photocopier manual. No.
She didn't respond when I told her I had read it in my break.
Silence for another hour or so.
I ask if she has any sleeping pills.
What? - very annoyed.
Do you have any sleeping pills?
WHAT?
I get frightened and haven't brought up any conversation since. We barely talked for the rest of the week and there was a lot of snobbing and cold hautiness from both parties. I had a looksy at her journal and I believe she was suffering PMS sometime around then.
She could have looked at my journal too. Why didn't I just privatise my stupid posts or not write them at all?
Layna quit on Wednesday. She doesn't have another job but may be moving back to Australia from whence she came. Since she's quit and Jelly's gone NATO, I've got no one I can talk too openly now - it's terrible - the days are so much longer - like, glacier speed. I took the day off on Friday to mince about town.
On Saturday, magic realist novel shit happened. Yos and I just happened to drive by a gypsy fair near Brighton and decided we'd go. Incense, weirdo gypsies and their unkempt kids, crystals, house buses, ponies, all of it. A kid waved a toi toi around and a gust of wind blew all the white flower stuff into me like snow.
The merry go round old timer looked dodgy eating chips.
I had a cigarette that night with Matt beside a broken water pipe in town - first in a couple of years. Water gushing everywhere, security lights going on and off, Matt pissing himself from the wine. We decided on prostitutes if there was no one else up for it. I did the overdose on legal highs trip and it was surprisingly good.
At the end of the night I was too tired for prostitutes. I told Matt he should get one and I'll just watch for a laugh.
I assured him that I wouldn't masturbate and given my tiredness, probably wouldn't even get hard.
We wondered if I'd have to pay to watch.
Cruised down Manchester Street but everyone had gone home - too late.