Boxing Day

Tuesday, 26 December 2006
Boxing DayMood: chillin'Topic: Daily Doings
BOXING DAY and everyone slept in till well past eleven. I only woke once in the night with an intruder spooking sinisterly about my bed. Then I woke up a bit and realized I was in someone else’s house…
Was offered a fry-up for breakfast. A fry-up is the best cure for a hangover, so the scientific Sunday papers say. I wasn’t hung over so I declined in favour of simple coffee and toast. Even the man of the house, the one who was swaying in mid-space with an inane grin on his face yesterday evening was not hung over. I had to go home in the end as I needed somewhere to take my last bit of gear in peace (everyone else had finished theirs). I was staying in a mixed house with users and nonusers; the rule there is if you have something, don’t get caught — which is difficult when the bed you slept in adjoins the kitchen with a door that won’t even close and even the bathroom has no lock… (for historical reasons). A great deal of history has gone on in that house and you have to respect people’s funny ways…
So I went back to my place which is awfully quiet. I live in a kind of hostel. Christmas barely touched the place.
The guy downstairs is a manic-depressive drinker with an exwife and kids. Every week or so a very well turned out woman draws up in her gleaming car and a rabble of screaming gurgling children pile into his room. The place must feel very empty when they’re gone. Christmas Day can be a day that rubs your nose in all you’ve lost.
Well I haven’t taken too many drugs or drink. (Though I have called myself an alcoholic, I know I drank less on Christmas Day than many “regular” folks do.) I had a surprisingly nice time and it wasn’t as stressful as feared.
If you didn’t have a great time, everyone, then I hope it was tolerable.
Take care everybody,
Gleds.

Posted by gledwood at 1:35 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 26 December 2006 1:39 PM GMT
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 - 2:04 AM GMT
Name: "Andi"
Glad to hear you had a good time for xmas. Discovered your blog a week ago and found it an interesting read, you appear intelligent and articulate, is it not possible for you to be a functioning addict? i.e. a job and a cheap place to rent?
All the best
A
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Wednesday, 27 December 2006 - 5:36 PM GMT
Name: "mousie" Home Page: http://plumpiemousie.blogspot.comE-Mail: claudine.le-gac@laposte.net
hello my friend
not too bad a Christmas isn't it?
we don't know much about you actually? how old are you? asked the curious old mummy mousie???
thank you for all the kind words and poem, give us more please...
take care
mousie
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Friday, 29 December 2006 - 8:09 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
I'm 34 years old. ("Old enough to know better", some people would say!) (By the way I read in the paper a commentary piece about modern society and how nobody's in any hurry to grow up anymore. They said people don't say they "feel grown up" until they're past 24 now... I've always been young for my age (for that read "impressionable"/"immature"). )To be honest I don't know that I felt grown-up till I was about 28. Now I feel the same age every year, if you know what I mean. I can understand how old people feel now, being just as young as they always used to be, yet trapped in an ageing body...
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Friday, 29 December 2006 - 8:18 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
"Andi" wrote:
Glad to hear you had a good time for xmas. Discovered your blog a week ago and found it an interesting read, you appear intelligent and articulate, is it not possible for you to be a functioning addict? i.e. a job and a cheap place to rent?
All the best
AI function as well as I can. The place I live is called "bed & breakfast" meaning one room among many in a house with my own room key, cooking facilities in room (oppressive in summer!!) shared dirty bathroom.
I would love to be functioning better than I am, but I feel I'm doing as well as I can.
Don't mistake articulacy (is that the right word? articulateness) well don't mistake that for being high-functioning as one of the American detox facilities puts it... I'm a very obsessive person so when I get a bee in my bonnet for doing something I do it with considerable gusto... I can imagine what you may be thinking reading this... I've tried to explain to people before that I feel my will is broken. it works against my self. Or two sides of me are in conflict. The one that wants to take drugs at any cost and doesn't care what becomes of the other nearly always seems to win out...
Gleds