So I’m ontime but the careless tube isn’t...
Wrote a poem on the tube home from the gym. Was late there because of tubes – careless of me – and so missed my personal training – next Wednesday instead...Had another set of scary dreams. Damn my subconscious for knowing how to hurt me best of all my friends.
Gaz came to see me. He has an iPod now. Still think they’re icky.
FTPd Win2k to the Libretto as I can’t get the network to run at all under 98SE. “The Network Cannot be found”. Grr.
Decided to unpickle my brain from the exciting dreams it was feeding me by installing it at 4am but it kept crashing lots so went back to bed.
Clean install from DOS this morning seems to be working OK though, it’s currently sat at my feet whirring through the install and getting funny looks from the other inhabitants of the district line.
Got a message from James on gaydar telling me he missed me.
Got a text from João asking if I was free in the day tomorrow too 😊
Last day for a bit today. Last day on hotels too.
I love my T3 – it’s just decided to play “Humble” at me – its mood is my mood at the moment – one of melancholy calm.
Here, have a poem:
Outsider
I climb out again
Damaged goods
Clawing my way up
Again
It’s harder this time
It shouldn’t be
Practice makes perfect
Again
Under silk
Brushing over flesh
It’s where I lay
In my dreams
Shivering outside
Bleary eyes blink
At the harsh daylight
Again
Unsure how I arrived
When did I leave?
It was going to be different
Again
Under silk
I remember the feel
Brushing over flesh
My hand caresses you
Its where I lay
There beside you
But now all that’s left
Is my dreams
And all that I am
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