Memoirs of a Gay Hobo
In-jokes aside i'm tired, dog tired if you will.
I just got back from the train station, its late, this has been a long and expensive weekend.
Whenever i'm this tired if i read stories i find myself seeping into them, everything becomes more viserol and real to me (let me know if i'm making up words here). I also almost feel like i could write, i've woken up a little now so i've lost that short burst of narrative flair to be replaced by a slightly dizzy headed tiredness.
I met some lovely people as per usual, talked over a great many subjects and was verbally abused when all i wanted to do was go back to sleep. All in all i had fun.
More soon, its about time i got into bed, work beckons again tomorrow and i cant stop the clock ticking towards my next day.
p.s. What point is there in a journal if it lacks open-hearted honesty?
In-jokes aside i'm tired, dog tired if you will.
I just got back from the train station, its late, this has been a long and expensive weekend.
Whenever i'm this tired if i read stories i find myself seeping into them, everything becomes more viserol and real to me (let me know if i'm making up words here). I also almost feel like i could write, i've woken up a little now so i've lost that short burst of narrative flair to be replaced by a slightly dizzy headed tiredness.
I met some lovely people as per usual, talked over a great many subjects and was verbally abused when all i wanted to do was go back to sleep. All in all i had fun.
More soon, its about time i got into bed, work beckons again tomorrow and i cant stop the clock ticking towards my next day.
p.s. What point is there in a journal if it lacks open-hearted honesty?
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Peanuts! Yak, yak, yak
You can be honest when i'm gone, only if you say lovely things about me.
I love you more than white chocolate, racoons and lasagne. even more than my dalmation i havent seen for months.
xxxxx