Mandi has volunteered to work overtime
tomorrow instead of today, so I assume that the Ministry of Justice has some
spare money to get rid of if they want to start paying double time. With that
in mind I decided to not do any work today so we could spend some time together
and salvage something from the weekend. Last night I was supposed to be at a
gig but a nap after work got a little out of hand and I woke up far too late to
go out, I therefore stayed up until about five o’clock this morning but couldn’t
really motivate myself into working so instead (and it really should count as
work) I sorted through the music for the podcast. This means I will have to
record The Sunday Alternative tomorrow morning
which isn’t the end of the world but is a responsibility that I could live
without on a Sunday morning. I should really get the thing recorded on Friday
as it is a one-take recording that should in theory only take me half an hour
from beginning to end. As a result of messing up my sleep pattern, (I would say
that this is a symptom of depression but I’ve always been erratic with my
sleeping habits – I’m told that when I was a baby I would stay awake until
three in the morning and sleep all day, although that’s true of a lot of babies
I imagine) I didn’t wake up until about twelve and did my usual trick of
pulling on whatever clothes were on the floor and taking Jack to the park.
To update something I mentioned in a recent
blog, I bought Jack two new rubber balls in a pack costing one pound; in the
blog I asked for some sales but as you know I wouldn’t use PayPal money for my
own personal needs, or those of my dog. My purchase was bought using my own
hard earned money you’ll be pleased/indifferent to know. We must have spent
just over an hour playing with the ball, (he’s only having one at a time
otherwise he’ll lose or wreck them both), and again I envied the needs of a
dog. I need food, clothing, cigarettes, teabags, milk, television, live music,
sex, and Internet connection, hot water, and to regularly purchase vinyl
records. He needs food, love, a ball to run after once I’ve thrown it away, and
to go for a walk a few times a day. When he is feeling sad he can be cured by
having his tummy rubbed, that doesn’t help my moods at all because I hate
anyone touching my stomach. If I believed in reincarnation I’d come back as a
household dog (or cat), but it would have to be a warm loving home with the
above requirements. Some of the pet owners I have seen out and about shouldn’t
be allowed to look after a stuffed toy, never mind a living animal that just
wants to be loved and to love in return.
It wouldn’t be a bad idea to reintroduce the
dog licence like everyone used to have when I was a kid. My dad insisted we had
a black and white dog because the licence was cheaper*, thank you very much and
goodnight.
*This isn’t true; I was attempting to finish
on a joke.
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This week’s edition of The Sunday Alternative
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