It's raining.
Swansea is great at rain. It's football team is doomed and it's rugby future is looking shaky, the job situation is dire and the housing situation is nightmarish but if there is one thing that Swansea can claim to be professional at it's rain. Generally there are only two kinds of rain in Swansea, there is the fine misty rain that soaks you to the bone or there is the heavy, almost vertical rain which, err, soaks you to the bone. I'm not complaining though, it's one of the things I like most about the place (usually). I was a desultory and volatile teenager which led, almost inevitably, to a moody adulthood. I am generally quite happy but sometimes I like to look out to sea and think about my position in the world and it helps to do that if you are cold and wet. So, yes, it's raining but I don't mind - it's like tactile mood-music.
It's a slow night at work made even slower by lack of communication with the outside world. It's strange how you can miss things after such a short period. I miss Charlie too. I keep wondering if she's fallen asleep at her desk like she used to but then remembering that she will be at home tucked up in bed. I'll get used to it eventually. I didn't realise how important our chats together were until tonight. I knew they were important but I feel like I've lost a limb - I'll have to practice balancing instead of leaning.
I should ahve had a full and exciting day to write about but I didn't. I didn't start work until midnight so I stole a couple of extra hours of daylight this morning. And what did I do with this extended sun-time? I turned out the lights, closed the curtains and watched a movie - madness!! I need to start doing things before I stagnate completely but I think moving back to daylight hours is going to be a bit of a liberation. I've mentioned it before but I need a certain level of noise in my life. I like to be loud, not loud enough to disturb anyone but loud enough to be immersed fully into whatever it is I'm doing. If I want to watch a movie I want it to be loud enough to block out the rest of the world. If I listen to music I want it drown out the ambience of the street. When you are a creatue of the night you lose that privilege, it's almost as if your levels of consideration alter. If you listen to music during the day yo are only mildly aware that your neighbours might be hearing it over the TV or whatever but at night you begin to worry about whether the beats and peaks are too loud even when you are straining to hear it yourself.
On the way into work I was unfortunate enough to get the driver from hell. His driving skills were faultless but his thinking skills left quite a lot to be desired. In the short time it took to get from my house to work he covered the immigration "problem" how the government were "f*****g useless" and how he "wouldn't f*****g vote for any of those c**ts
anyway". He then told me about how he had held a labour party representative hostage for 20 minutes by pretending that he had a dog!! The final two stories involved urinating through the local council building's letterbox (until the police intervened) and also how he asked if council members ate egg and chips for Christmas as a change to the usual free turkey dinners. All I could do was smile and nod whilst fighting back the rage that was building up inside me. Under normal circumstance I would have fought back but the guys head was already so full of shit I doubt he would have had room in there for any sense or reason.
Today's Word: VERMINOUS
Today's Mood: Contemptuous
Swansea is great at rain. It's football team is doomed and it's rugby future is looking shaky, the job situation is dire and the housing situation is nightmarish but if there is one thing that Swansea can claim to be professional at it's rain. Generally there are only two kinds of rain in Swansea, there is the fine misty rain that soaks you to the bone or there is the heavy, almost vertical rain which, err, soaks you to the bone. I'm not complaining though, it's one of the things I like most about the place (usually). I was a desultory and volatile teenager which led, almost inevitably, to a moody adulthood. I am generally quite happy but sometimes I like to look out to sea and think about my position in the world and it helps to do that if you are cold and wet. So, yes, it's raining but I don't mind - it's like tactile mood-music.
It's a slow night at work made even slower by lack of communication with the outside world. It's strange how you can miss things after such a short period. I miss Charlie too. I keep wondering if she's fallen asleep at her desk like she used to but then remembering that she will be at home tucked up in bed. I'll get used to it eventually. I didn't realise how important our chats together were until tonight. I knew they were important but I feel like I've lost a limb - I'll have to practice balancing instead of leaning.
I should ahve had a full and exciting day to write about but I didn't. I didn't start work until midnight so I stole a couple of extra hours of daylight this morning. And what did I do with this extended sun-time? I turned out the lights, closed the curtains and watched a movie - madness!! I need to start doing things before I stagnate completely but I think moving back to daylight hours is going to be a bit of a liberation. I've mentioned it before but I need a certain level of noise in my life. I like to be loud, not loud enough to disturb anyone but loud enough to be immersed fully into whatever it is I'm doing. If I want to watch a movie I want it to be loud enough to block out the rest of the world. If I listen to music I want it drown out the ambience of the street. When you are a creatue of the night you lose that privilege, it's almost as if your levels of consideration alter. If you listen to music during the day yo are only mildly aware that your neighbours might be hearing it over the TV or whatever but at night you begin to worry about whether the beats and peaks are too loud even when you are straining to hear it yourself.
On the way into work I was unfortunate enough to get the driver from hell. His driving skills were faultless but his thinking skills left quite a lot to be desired. In the short time it took to get from my house to work he covered the immigration "problem" how the government were "f*****g useless" and how he "wouldn't f*****g vote for any of those c**ts
anyway". He then told me about how he had held a labour party representative hostage for 20 minutes by pretending that he had a dog!! The final two stories involved urinating through the local council building's letterbox (until the police intervened) and also how he asked if council members ate egg and chips for Christmas as a change to the usual free turkey dinners. All I could do was smile and nod whilst fighting back the rage that was building up inside me. Under normal circumstance I would have fought back but the guys head was already so full of shit I doubt he would have had room in there for any sense or reason.
Today's Word: VERMINOUS
Today's Mood: Contemptuous
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