Going Gonzo – No More Of That Talk.

Friday, 5th April 2019.

09.59

“No more of that talk. “

“Or I’ll put the leeches on you.”

Exactly right.

That’s the talking to I just gave myself about being such a doom monger.

After all, it is Friday. I should find something to enjoy. No. Not drugs. Something wholesome, creative,……..?

I say this every weekend. So, by rights, it should happen sooner or later.

18.27

Not the best of starts. After the last entry, everything went wrong. I’ve run around like a headless chicken since 10am. No lunch. Nothing.

I am home now. After a 2 hour meeting.

All I can think right now is food and sleep but I’ll see how I feel after dinner.

Fuckin’ work phone!


Sunday, 7th April 2019.

11.43

Friday night was slightly better than expected. The slightly better part was I actually turned on my PC and did a little musical tinkering.

Then I slept.

The problem with “no alarm” Saturday was I didn’t wake up until linchtime. The positive being that my 3 day he headache had finally gone.

I lulled around for a further few hours then went to Carter’s. We had already agreed to do fuck all so, I ordered some pizzas, we watched a couple of movies.

That’s it.

Today, so far, I have been on the phone to engineers and clients about a Fuck up at a prison we are cabling this weekend.

The details are too boring to go in to.

Monday, 8th April 2019

17.23

What a day. I woke up. Went to work. Came home. Collapsed. Went to hospital. Came home. Slept. Woke up.

I thought I was dead. Or hoped.

They said I had a virus and pumped me full of antibiotics and gave me fat diazapams because of an erratic heart beat. I took hem when I got home which is why I slept all day.

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