On Friday I get up at 0600, I do nothing until 0845, I leave home, I meet my boss at ___ station. Then we catch a train and go see a client for some meeting? presentation? I can’t really be sure.
On the way back we chat, as I’m told that you do, and my boss says: “A Girl will miss you when you’re gone”.
And I say: “I’ll miss A Girl too. A Girl is fucking ace” (verbatim).
And fucking ace is the highest praise anyone can get.
Then we get back to the office, where everyone is just trying to kill the last few hours of the week, not even pretending to work anymore really, and as I’m sat at my desk staring at my computer screen / the partition between the next desk and mine – alternating between the two really – and listening to my boss typing very loudly behind me, almost punching his keyboard, I phase out and pretend that he’s punching me instead. Right now, this is helping me get through.
On the tube on the way home, I’m reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath conscious that maybe somebody (a guy, a girl, I’m not fussy) might see this, fall in love with me, walk up to me and kiss me suddenly, hard, before getting off at the next stop without having said a word. This doesn’t happen in the five stops between work and home, so I give up and get off.
Later at home, I spend the whole evening alone, watching the tenth series of Frasier which I just bought, reading Wikipedia articles on Anna Wintour, Diana Vreeland, the film Disaster Movie and The London Wasps…
…log on to facebook, which prompts me to try “new facebook”, realize that I can’t deal with this right now as I’m simply not strong enough, go to bed.
In bed, I won’t pretend that I don't fall asleep relatively easily, happy with the complexes that I have, complexes that make me a stronger unit.
Oh yeah and here's the ebay link for the last London Preppy scrapbook: