blogging

okay. yet again it is late. in a way it is always late. and early. work that out for yourselves.
what i mean is that i very often blog late. by which point i am too tired to put the required amount of energy into the job in hand. i could do it in the morning. but mornings are blurred. to me anyway, and i can't remember what happened the day before. later on perhaps i can, but then i am trying to summarise the next day's events. you see? always too late, always too early.
so now it is 03.25am and i have been out drinking with my ex. it was actually surprisingly easy. it could have been a lot worse. but the best thing is not to imagine how it will be, but hopefully to be in a situation of understanding in which you can say you need to go. because it's awful. you wouldn't say it that way because it wouldn't be awful with someone with whom you could speak that openly. so there you go. it was surprisingly pleasant considering the huge tides under the imaginary bridges. but we were out and if you're out the last friday before christmas it's never going to be free of 'characters'. at least not in london. i can't speak for many other places.
and so now, i am about to lay my weary head to rest and sleep my dreamy sleep until tomorrow when i board the national express up north. i may not have internet access for a few days so i will bid you a hearty adieu, my friends, and hope we reconvene somewhere suitable in the not-too-distant future.
be well. and merry christmas one and all.

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