The week just gone (again)

Yass yass - a quick note to keep up my once-a-week blogging (remember the days in Leeds 2007 when I was blogging my ass off? but nothing much to say right now) to remark once more that everything is well, the week was good and full, not too much computer stuff, some productivity, a nigh on record-breaking week among the Oxfam records, a few games of squash, and three and a half hours of football on Saturday morning (oh! my legs are getting old) and then found a book I could stand for more than the first ten pages (not even Dickens could keep me interested for that long; really, I cannot read anymore) and just finished Carolyn Cassady's 'Off The Road', which cemented my belief that, hell, Neal and Jack were sort of fun to read about - on occasion - but you sure as hell wouldn't want to be them; my life may not be as exciting or interesting now that I'm sober and together but it's more fun and infinitely, infinitely happier - although I think Carolyn's mad at me 'cos I agreed with film casting people that Kirsten Dunst bore more than a passing resemblance to her (for her part in 'On The Road', the movie) though I guess I'll write to her again and see if I can smooth it over, and not just say, oh well, minor disagreement, I guess I'll just never see that person ever again, as is my mental habit/wont. What else? Eve still bugging me for relationship; me still thinking about Sophie; everybody in Herne Bay ugly - and almost offensively so - and no chance for ladies here; but perhaps persuade more exes to come for visit. M&E away this week so castle to myself - not that it means 'party' - unless 'party' means 'leaving washing up, dishes, crumbs, cups, teabags everywhere and tromping around singing and laughing mad things out loud and slouching here and there' - although heating gone and it's bloody freezing despite roaring hot Saturday and sunburnt neck and face. Must get on with short stories book (time is a ticking) and Mikey's blog thing, if I'm ever going to do it. Also, got much money from government, so I'm quite well off again (after being down to last nine pounds a few weeks ago) and it doesn't feel too bad. Well, I have been looking for work - but nothing on the horizon. Plus gave up chance for free plane ticket to Mexico in May to reconcile here, and that feels good - no longer wanting to run away, enjoying pottering about and doing my little cycling football squash Oxfam things. Busy, anyway, until the 11th of July - that being the date of the World Cup final, and us having large screen projector and several people much into World Cup - plus many things before then: one of them being a day-trip to Belfast to improbably take part in the 'Pong World Championship'. Hope I do well. Ummed 'n' ahed about it but - it's a day, it's fifty quid - and it'll be a story, an event for years to come. I feel in a hole with my relationship to money and how tight I am, barely able to bring myself to spend hardly anything except on essentials, and always wishin' it was otherwise. Right: things to do. It's Monday morning. And time for a cup of tea.