Really, really, really not feeling tippity-top of the world of the pops for today’s 11-hour shift after an intensely self-abusive weekend.
Reebeast and Kat came out with Stuart(D). Drinks abounded, back to Harry’s for a birthday tashing. The only reason I’m still here is that the Penny Black is closed on Sunday mornings. A spectacularly lucky escape for P Moseley and me.
After regaining consciousness at 4pm yesterday, I tried to refuel with a dirty great Balti Green Herb Lamb while Farscape was on (quite watchable). The food was great but afterwards I genuinely felt like I might have a cardiac arrest. A bad sign surely.
Knowing I was up again at 05:30 this morning and feeling messed up, I slept only with difficulty and then fitfully. This was not helped by seemingly non-stop, extremely vivid dreams which were deeply unnerving in places.
On several occasions I found myself in the classic scenario where you wake up in your bed, it’s dark and you are absolutely certain of the reality of your situation before something fucking nuts happens (some faceless guy in a helmet started taking my hall apart) and you jolt awake in terror. And then you wonder if you’re really awake.
At one point I had a vivid and lengthy conversation with P Moseley as he tried to convince me I was still awake, by reading out sections from a book and pointing out the fact I couldn’t be making up everything he was saying.
Then later it became apparent that our Jill had written a book, and I was given a copy. I’m fairly certain it was called The Fabulous Visions of Valium Violet – really, don’t ask me – which was extraordinary as I spent ages in the dream actually reading the damn thing (it was pretty good).
The ability of your head to create convincing – and unexpected – stuff on the fly is pretty incredible.
13-May-03 at 10:40 am | Permalink
Ya boo sucks to the Penny Black being shut, I say. We were both genuinely looking forward to that invigorating first pub pint of the day, rubbing shoulders with burly night-shift workers and piss-stained alcoholics. They might’ve even had crisps, for the full on Sunday breakfast experience. Ah well…
Far as dreams go, I too have been relishing the joy of hyper-vivid, fucked-in-the-head slumber marathons of terror and hideousnessness. I blame this on too much Silent Hill 2 on the computer, as Air can attest. It’s getting to the point where I’m too damned scared to switch the bloody thing on anymore. Just the title screen, and I’m breaking out in a cold sweat. How did it ever come to this? Oh, and Aaron, I expect royalties from any more star appeareances I make in your night-time visions, ‘kay? ‘The Fabulous Visions of Valium Violet’ is an ace title, have to say.
13-May-03 at 10:45 am | Permalink
Wooh, check me – I’m on Taking Fire. And check the typos. Hey, go easy – the headiness of the experience got to me, kay?
13-May-03 at 11:11 am | Permalink
first post by p moseley yayyyyy
You’ve no one to blame but yourself though (first purchases for late night PS2 playing: Resident Evil, The Thing, Silent Hill II)
: O
13-May-03 at 12:09 pm | Permalink
We welcome the P Moseley with open arms. And a firm rap to the puss ; )
13-May-03 at 8:58 pm | Permalink
Lol. Well fuck me sideyways, its only PM!
*bean performs strange jig, oddly reminicent of ‘the mashed potato’*
Hope this wasn’t a cameo appearence…
..good to see…you’re… writing? or something.
(shit.. 9pm. still in college. Dont wanna be locked in for’t night… more later -xx-)
16-May-03 at 8:32 am | Permalink
> ..good to see…you’re… writing? or something.
??