The life...

I constantly find myself amazed by the banality of life. Should any of these observations occur within my post, please do not take it is as a lack of gratitude, I just haven't had the chance to enjoy these due to: a) bigger problems (like trying to feed myself); b) other bigger problems (like battling/enjoying substance abuse); or c) thinking that people that are challenged by banal problems don't deserve to live for not having bigger problems.

The other side's fun.

I'm lying on a comfortable bed in a house in Essex. The bed doesn't have bed bugs. My housemates (if you can call them that) have gone to bed. The internet works. Fuck. If blowjobs were flying in through the window, I'd have to pinch myself that I wasn't dreaming if I saw this as my future nine months ago. To clarify, there are no blowjobs, but life's got a lot more peachy in the time it takes to gestate a human being.

My hard work, blood, sweat and tears paid off. And my, how it's paid off. I'm now the editorial assistant on not one, not two but... actually, I forget how many, but quite a few magazines. The times they are a changing and the budgets are getting smaller. But what do I care? I'm included in that budget now. And it's fucking ace!

And life outside of London. That helps the personal budget too. Hell, I just spent a night in the pub watching football and only broke a tenner by going for a portion of chips at half time. I can walk to work. How's that? It doesn't cost a penny. At this rate, I might get out of my student overdraft before I die.

Unlike the bar work, I should probably allow myself a decent night's sleep before I get up and start it all again (not that it was often a willing choice in my past life). But how can I sleep when I've got so much on my mind: What soap should I buy? How can I reduce my carbon footprint? Should we take on A.V.?

Who am I shitting? I don't care about that. (But I would go for A.V. if I could be bothered to register to vote.)