February 02, 2005
Matt
As in: the opposite of glossy; dull. Flat Matt. Mr Two-Dimensional.Christ, life is a chore at the moment. Won't someone take it off my hands? Won't someone give me a way out?
Ian has been ill for the last week. As seems to be the pattern lately, it looks like I am just belatedly coming down with it, after an apparent lucky escape. If so, it will be a fucking nuisance for any number of reasons.
Eg: that work delivery is late, through no (or at least, little) fault of ours. Which merely means the stress continues without grace or let-up. I can't afford to be unwell, so I am not letting myself be. But willpower can only do so much.
Eg: tonight Chris is flying to London for an all-too-brief visit. I'm supposed to be taking him out this weekend, showing him the sights or something. I have a fair idea of what I want to do, though I suppose I might, at a pinch, let the Sprite and his companion have some small amount of input. I'm damn sure I don't want to be ill for it, though.
Eg: next Tuesday is, earlier than usual, Pancake Day. Daniel is making a special trip from Brussels. I haven't seen him since a particularly terrible day last July, a day that came close to destroying my life; in some ways did. All too little has been OK since then -- I desperately need this to be.
I have to stay shiny. I cannot be matt. I don't have the time for that shit. Life is too short.
Although.
At least if I'm bedridden I'll have time to do the reading I promised him. And him. And, even though he has chosen to be absent for Spriteboy's visit, him.
Look on the bright side, Matt. It doesn't have to be dull, being dull.
It doesn't have to.
Posted by matt at February 2, 2005 10:19 PM
