Friday night

It's another Friday night, and thank heavens. I get two days to smoke myself silly, sleep myself beautifully, and blog here to my heart's content. Today come 2.30pm I got a liberating experience, the kind of when you light up a fag and drag on it as if it were the last one in the whole world, stand up against the cold and the wind, and march yourself to your car, i.e. to two days of not bothering to look at the clock. It was that liberating, I was feeling too stuffy on the inside, I needed the air, no matter how cold. I loved the cold wind blowing my bang all over the place, I couldn't care about my bang, all I cared was coming to the place I call home. If only I could work from home on an online something then it's just what I do. I caught a glimpse of myself in my car rear-view mirror and was taken aback. That couldn't be me, so white, looking really ill. It's not as if I was feeling on top of the world, I still have to try harder at managing my strained tonsils. But I need a little bit of colour, a little bit of glamour. Nigel's been, that boy is as good as gold, my hair is so beautifully sleek. And I'm getting all the war paint out, I don't like looking deathly pale as I'm doing. So it'll be some black here and there, perhaps a touch of blue, and some pillar box red. My nails are forever pretty, probably the reason why I smoke so much. Because hands like mine have to be holding something for attention. Back soon.