Damming up the Consciousness Streams

Over the hump and another hump emerges. This is what work feels like at the moment. Climbing a mountain, scaling one peak, only to realise it was merely a slight ridge and another cliff is stareing you in the face. But we have rope, and milky-ways and a night off. The cliff can wait.

But we push on as only people who may have something wrong in the head can. And my working situation is a little different today. Good instant coffee, none of that expensive Italian shit. A cat also, which just jumped off something high nearby, appearing on the desk like she'd just been teleported here with Kirk.

I'm also playing Omaha on a Play Money table on PokerStars, where the 5/10 blinds make seeing a flop cost roughly 4,000 by the time it gets round to you. But it's play money, and it's PokerStars, and there are 5 billion hand records coming up, and my girlfriend is the one keeping track of it all, and she doesn't like counting that high, so this is sympathy Omaha. Loyalty Omaha, call it what you will. I'm keeping any whinging bastards in line. But thank fuck it’s play money.

So the work carries on. At least for a couple of hours. Then I'll brave the cold and head East, to Streatham, passing by a shop for smokes and walking the long way around a house I have to avoid walking near, and to miss people who might see my bed-head hair, along the dirt path on Tooting Common, the old frontier track from Tooting's often forgoten wild-west era. If you kick your feet you can still make cloud of dust filth your shoes. Saturday has come. Rejoice.

Then, who knows? Live in a way only Saturday can encourage. Hmm. What the fuck does that mean? Not sure. It does mean writing. I have lots of that to do, but also, a return to fundamentals as far as this blog is concerned - the steering has drifted off onto the shoulder and the power has gone. Stream of conscience is crap. Rubbish. We can do better.

Then, maybe a dusk raid on Borders. The Oxford Street Branch of course, none of your Tottenham Court Road rubbish. Get focused. Approach with a more open mind and find a book, any book, but mainly one that will lift spirits after a tough week and big enough to prop the career up a little longer. There are new projects on the horizon. Sleep may soon be pencilled in if things go well. Have to be ready.

muhalo.