At Your LeisureMay 31, 1997
St Kilda East.Saturday today. A day to take at my leisure. Except that I piked out of work yesterday and stayed home. And I did N O T H I N G at all. Oh, I slept a lot, and I made some soup and toast, and stayed in my pyjamas all day. Then I took the Big Woobie to the vet. He is allergic to fish. Uh, that's a problem. He only eats fish. He now has to eat chicken or red meat. No fish. Hmmm, fun and games for everyone.
I'm a little stumped today. I read over what I wrote the other day, and I'm not sure now where it leaves me. I don't know where to go from here. In a way, its a little like crying, a good monumental burst of tears and wailing can get it all off your chest, and leave you happier than you've been in a long time. I suppose I was having a cry, a good, feel sorry for yourself, cry and now I'm ready to keep going. I'll see.
I have no underpants. I have no socks. I have no t-shirts, or towels. There are to-be- washed clothes ALL over the flat. Mostly in the bedroom, and then a puddle which has overflowed into the lounge room. Really it is quite disgusting. We have to wash today, and we will have to visit the laundromat (given that it is raining). Like all the other people who frequent the *cheapest laundromat in Melbourne* we will have to go there in ill-fitting, dirty, back-'o-the-cupboard clothes, no undies and shoes without socks, and take with us practically ALL the clothes we own to dry in the dryers. Everyone that goes there is obviously in the same situation, walking strangely due to a lack of underpants and too-tight 1989 style jeans, not being able to sit down long due to this as well. Or they could just be poor, struggling students with no money like us.
Then we will come home with all this clean, fragrant laundry and it will sit in its baskets whilst we pick what we need from them for weeks, until it has all be worn, transferred to the floor again, and we can be stuffed to go the the laundromat for a repeat performance. I wish I was just a little anal retentive, just enough so I could be stuffed to clean this junk up.
I am going to post tomorrow on the trials and tribulations of having my mother as a mother.
see you then.>Adieu
Later...
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