I Continue to Ponder

the inner sanctum of my mind - Winston Avenue - Monday, August 1st, 2005 : goo

[previous] :: [next]

I have spent most of today punching down countless tiny coloured wires into little holes with a special tool called a krone. That's the best way to describe what i've been doing without entering into needlessly exacting detail. I wouldn't want to come across in any way tedious.

The monotony of todays unenviable task has provided much scope for pondering, however. One can get utterly lost in thought doing something like this; and i've got lots to think about. She's turned again. It's all going wrong.

I get this awful feeling were back at the top of that slipperly slope - and gravity is laughing at us. He knows it. We both know it. I seem to be the only one concerned by this. Everything was peachy. Rosey. Warm and fuzzy. It must have been a few days ago now; but just as always, something flicked her switch and personality #2 has come bck into effect. She doesn't hate me as such. Not like number 3 does. Number three is the one who ran me over. Number two is just plain ignorant. Not to mention dull.

If i could stay here all night, playing around with wires and cables and things i would; but at some point soon i will have to return home and face the music.

And let me tell you. It won't be fucking salsa.

This article has been viewed 1966 times in the last 3 years

elaine: aw, lamb

elaine: oh dear

Comment on this article..

[previous] :: [next]