Oh Monday

Oh, a big weekend. Woosh! Gone! Head spinning! Don't know how Matthew got up and went to work. He's a better man than me. I just lolled about in bed all morning, drifting, waking, drifting, smoking. Joint. Drifting. Another joint.

I sat in the sun on my back veranda and drank coffee in the sun for an extended period, so extended I had to go and make a second coffee.

My head feels okay even if my mouth doesn't. Nothing a few litres of water won’t cure.

I’ve got to stop walking around just in my jocks. I had to chat to my neighbour, Beth, in that state. She caught me in the back yard, as I went out to the car, what else could I do but stand there and talk? She wouldn’t have notice because she doesn’t notice things like that, she only knows what’s going on in her world.

I laughed to myself, as I headed back inside for my trackie pants. They were the reason that I was out at my car. Don't ask. Suffice to say, I'd better put a load of washing on.

Now I've been smoking too many joints and have wasted the day, just like that.