| Friday, April 25, 2003 |
 | Sleep cures everything but insomnia
Ach, insomnia. My chest hurts and my body feels canted at the wrong angle. This is bad, and yet worse is that tomorrow I must be entertaining, twinkle-toed and embarking on the great quest for new employment. That, a compassioante visit and a birthday party. Maybe the future can wait until Monday...
So, yes, no more job. It's a curious thing - this job lasted longer than my degree, which is a fairly hornswoggling concept, and perhaps my identity has become too intimately tied up in what I did ten hours a day.
Had. Had become. Of course.
Still, every exit is also an entrance, as my firearms tutor used to say. The world is a sparkling, diamond thing of infinite possibility. Unfortunately, until I can get a nice dose of curative sleep, those possibilities will extend to listening to MP3s and vaguely wondering what happens now.
Seriously. I've been unemployed for about three weeks in my entire life, back when I was a blushing recent graduate recently having walked out on my first job, living in a cupboard in Islington. Lots of walks. Job centres. Limited companies. Limited outgoings. Vegetable markets. Museum visits. What does one do?
Plenty of time to find out, I suppose. Rest, sleep, dream. And write. Write, goddammit. This could be a golden opportunity to explore the very depths of my creative mediocrity.
But first sleep. How do I get to sleep?
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