Vonfuse(d) Me

That is the time until the dryer will have spun my laundry around for another 60 pence, and will probably still try to tell my that my damp clothes are ready to be put into my cupboard. 30 minutes to waste while waiting. Nice feeling though, being in an empty room that has just been completely rearranged. Hearing slurred speech all over the hall and knowing that you've once again escaped getting wasted just because you didn't like the taste of your Absinth any more after a beach walk (but for the better?). Knowing that these will be the last 30 minutes of today, and alone that makes them worthwhile.


Ever since leaving Flekke I love waiting. No matter whether there's something at the end of waiting, there'll always be an end, and at least that is a fixed something to look forward to.
20 minutes of sanity left.
Time goes by so incredibly slowly if you wait and think about waiting, and so quickly if you wait and forget that you're waiting. Yet once you acknowledge that, you know you're waiting again, and those precious moments seem to slip away again...
I better clean up the mess in the room now. Spoons, hard alcohol, sugar, many used glasses, a chess board with figures all over the place and a lighter don't really make this room look very healthy.
And then I'll escape this place at least for one more night, and see whether the green fairy will take me by the hand and lead me back to the beautiful place where I don't actually have to enjoy waiting...
15 minutes of sanity left...

Current Song: Robbie Williams - The Road to Mandalay

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