For once, Michelle is in bed before me. Well, I say for once, but this has happened a few times in the last few days and I don't mind at all. Her sleep pattern is pretty much fucked, and we can go for what feels like weeks sleeping in shifts - me tucking myself up in bed at a fairly sensible hour, and her sitting up all night here at the computer doing her Frogs or homework for Uni, or farting about at some role-playing game(=RPG =rocket propelled grenade. Hmmmm....) until the early hours of the morning. At first it really got to me, but not so much now, because it's obvious that this is a part of her life that's been around for much longer than I have. Since I moved in though, she seems to have been better. That'll only be a week tomorrow, but I reckon all the stress and physical work of shifting things has knackered her out. Add to that the trips to the dentist which have been helpfully thrown in to disrupt our plans and I s'pose she'd need a fair bit of sleep to recoup.
As it is, I get to sit on the computer tonight because....phew... sorry about that.... because for the last hour I've been dashing to the loo every 15 mins to shit rusty water through the eye of a needle, and if I try to settle in bed whilst needing to dash, and disrupt her kip, I probably would be slaughtered by sunrise.
I'm a vegetarian, for Christ's sake! I don't eat most of the things which carry the risky bacteria. And we've pretty much eaten every meal together since Monday, so why is it just me? Unless it's from the Chinese last night when we went over to the old house to welcome Sarah in, and totally forgot to collect the bike, which is what we were there for. Dammit. Michelle took advantage and got a meat fix in, I stuck with tofu.
And here I go again.... bloody hell. 5 times since 11 so far. Rough. I will have the world's cleanest colon shortly. Surely the water should not be going down that route? What are my kidneys for?
Anyway. I was going to write about something other than unfortunate toilet issues, but events seem to have overtaken me, and I can't think what it was.
We've pretty much halved our alcohol intake over the last couple of weeks, which I know is a good thing, and not disconnected from the improved nighttime sleeping. Basically we've been too busy to go out, or too knackered to get pissed as often as we were in Dec and Jan. My liver and brain cells are singing a chorus of thanks. And next month, we'll be too poor, I reckon, due to a couple of factors.
Today I paid the last rent on the old house, and I'll cancel the standing order tomorrow, and I don't start paying rent on this one until the end of this month. It's so good to be renting from landlords who were friends first. Damian, my old housemate/landlord/surrogate big brother basically took me in when I needed it most and let me pay as soon as I could rather than ask for it up front, and the owner here is Michelle's mate who seems to have the same attitude to his property -"just look after it and pay me enough to cover my mortgage". Very cool. But the money freed up by the relatively easy rent situation has been used already - we bought our flights to go and see Mum and Dad in Portugal last week, we go in mid-April. (Hang on.....6 now, but it looks like I'm almost empty) and by then I will be an Auntie.
Hopefully that'll happen in the next few days. Mim's due date was last Friday, but the baby seems to like the warmth and sleep just as much as it's parents do. We don't know whether it's a boy or girl yet, just that it's a baby, and I can't wait. Dan seems more and more excited, but somehow I don't think he's ready. I can't quite see him as a Dad yet. Maybe because despite the fact that he is 32 and I am now 29, he is still just my big brother, and I, at least, am still just a big stupid kid in my head. Weird. I've been meaning to have a natter with him to settle an old score about how he behaves toward young and stupid relatives for a while now, and I wanted to get it in before the small person showed up, but I suppose I'll have to just approach him in a relaxed moment, if there ever is one, once it arrives. We are supposedly both adults now. We should both be able to do it. Once again, I say Hmmmmmmm.
I saw Ross, my old tutor from Art College at the Grove the other night (the night we did the move, so last Thursday) and Michelle hinted heavily at me until I sort of asked him, but he extended the invitation to me to come and use the facitilites whenever I want. I've a couple of rolls of b/w to dev from the Ingleborough walk, and I keep meaning to get shooting just to get my eye back in. I went through so many boxes of shite negs shot after the breakdown and although I felt very angry about the waste and the loss of all that time, it also made me want to get back out there and shoot again. When I finally get all my stuff here sorted out and in the right place, I want to arrange a good project and get shooting, dev it up at college and get it out there.
But that depends on everyone in the house sorting out all the junk that fills the nooks and crannies round here, selling off anything useful we don't want or need, and donating the valueless to charity, and throwing out the other crap. When that happens, I might get on with other stuff. And thrice HMMMMMMM.
Oh god my tummy does not feel well. Now I think I might try being sick. That's going to require my concentration and close proximity to the toilet, so I think I'll finish here.
Probably the most random diary entry I've ever committed to a recording medium. But there you go, that's life.
Night.
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