The weekend (which for me is Saturday night, Sunday and Monday) was well spent consisting of activities such as creating our own playing cards and having a general laugh. I felt a lot more relaxed knowing that Monday wasn't haunting me, like some old cloaked hag, possibly the Scottish widow's mother in law, leading me down the torturous path that i have been accustomed to so lately. I knew that i was free to spend the day how i wished, which would be spent relaxingly and productively.
During the weekend I finally sorted out the whole spotify situation as I needed to renew my membership and now i get access to it on my phone, which now more or less defeats the object of ever getting an ipod as i get free access to any music on my phone that i listen to on my head phones when I'm in transit anywhere. like living alone, it was one thing i was in denial about when I did without it. likening myself to some neo traditionalist i told myself and others that i didn't like this isolation and disconnection with the outside world, but when on the train i think its really improved my mood now the low life scum have been blocked out with great music.
also at the weekend i received two more books off Steve- one was a small book of cat quotations, the other an interiors book by Laura Ashley that Steve was foolishly going to donate to charity. i love Laura Ashley and am so glad that I have acquired this book, its given me some important points of reassurance which has reminded me to approach the whole making my new room nice with patience but also some aesthetic ideas that go with that whole Laura Ashley look combined with the minimal and tranquil style i want to achieve.
On Monday I got stoned and listened to music endlessly whilst lying on the floor next to the heater. I missed how much I liked putting my headphones on, listening to anything I wanted and day dreaming. I felt grateful with my honest appreciation for technology and realised that I was just suppressing change in the past, when i claimed i could live without nice phones, computers and music, similar to realising that living alone was a load of shit and that I am actually too young to turn into a hermit just yet.
After more mini revelations about stuff that I've forgotten about now, I got up and went to my flat to collect the rest of my clothes and to clear up, ready to be moved out; a task I really didn't feel like I was going to feel like doing but ended up being a pleasant and straightforward and an enjoyable task which I put thanks to being nicely stoned, music to accompany my journey and a deeply relaxing weekend full of achievement mixed with debauchery. I've not thought this clearly in a long time.
When I got back I of course had a spliff to look forward to and some nice food and a good early night infused with lavender and I realised as I slipped into unconsciousness that I had experienced the perfect day off. It doesn't take much to please me.
The rest of week has been comfortable routine. I've had work and obviously I've been at Steve's, enjoying hearty meals, nice spliffs and endless Simpsons. It doesn't really get much better than that we declared.
Yesterday was a busy and tiring day for me. The last day of each month brings us stock take, the day where we painstakingly count every product in the shop so they can measure how much we have been robbed or over ordered on. It takes all day. I then agreed to do Zumba with Katie and Cassie which is taught by one of our Christmas temps we've re-employed, a 17 year old boy, which makes this whole experience truly bizarre. After zumba, which is basically energetic whore dancing to terrible music that whores like, I went back to my nans, had a bath I was too tired to appreciate and early night in bed.
And today's the first day of March so we can now well and truly tell February to fuck off. What a pointless month, sometimes I wonder if January is better, but then again we did have National Suck Your Hair Off Day, so in hindsight, a lot was done.
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