Friday, September 30, 2005

"Empty Streets" - Late Night Alumni

The coach is moving and there is no going back now. Still haven't slept, and its almost 7am. I'm glad Bec stayed over last night, it helped keep me sane by being with someone else and not on my own. She made me a little bit more relaxed. When we said goodbye in the taxi at her house, it was a totally unpredictable farewell, not quite what I wanted, or what I imagined it to be like, but at least we said it face to face.

Its dark but it keeps getting lighter every time I look up from scrawling these notes with an unsteady right-hand into my Moleskine (thanks Bert man). I've got a blueberry muffin, but its nowhere near as nice as a McDonald's muffin, in fact its not nice at all... My banana Yazoo is a lot more satisfying, so satisfying I spilt some on my crotch... (Spilt milkshake that is...)

This coach is kinda cool. Now I know why Ryan & James play that song by the Divine Comedy so much in the O-Bar.

Roll on Terminal 4...

P.S. I won't miss these f**king roadworks on the M1.

My first scribblings...

I'm scared. I'm all alone and no-one else is in. Its cold. My room is bare. I'm starving but I have no appetite. I'm tired but I can't sleep. I've still got a hangover. Add to that my headache. All I can hear is the rain dripping off the window ledges outside and the whir of my computer fan. I've barely made it to now, where I am now. But do I deserve this? I still have a lot to do before I can continue. There is nowhere near enough time. My coach I have to be on is in four and a half hours. I wait for an ex to keep me company. I miss everybody so much already. But I'm going ahead with this... Right???

So lets begin.