Only the best painkillers will do
Apr. 9th, 2013 12:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaberett... by which, in this instance, I do of course mean booze, near-freezing temperatures, and an early-morning stroll across town.
At around seven, I tore myself away from the work I was engrossed in - which is actually going well, and enjoyably! - and I took a bus to the city centre; whence I walked across the commons, the sunset behind the bare-branched trees, with yarnbombed lampposts to the left and to the right, and in the distance the river and the boathouses with their strings of lights and their clocktowers; and I curled up on the floor of the beautiful room of a beautiful friend and we listened to music, and eventually we went out for dinner; and we talked about death and politics and sex and friends and poetry. And we went back, again, and we listened to more music, and we talked about therapy and relationships and mental illness; and I drank cider and we curled up gently upon each other and - unlike the last time this happened, minus the cider - we did not have sex; and we swapped the stories of our lives and then the clock struck midnight, and off I went into the night (with my half bottle of cider) and:
I strode across the commons, with the stars above me and my breath misting the air; with my stick and my boots and my fuck-you jacket; past the daffodils and the thatched cottages and the Reality Checkpoint; and oh, but I will pay for this in the morning, and my legs will complain, and I will be stiff and painful--
-- and oh, oh: but it will still, always, have been worth it.
At around seven, I tore myself away from the work I was engrossed in - which is actually going well, and enjoyably! - and I took a bus to the city centre; whence I walked across the commons, the sunset behind the bare-branched trees, with yarnbombed lampposts to the left and to the right, and in the distance the river and the boathouses with their strings of lights and their clocktowers; and I curled up on the floor of the beautiful room of a beautiful friend and we listened to music, and eventually we went out for dinner; and we talked about death and politics and sex and friends and poetry. And we went back, again, and we listened to more music, and we talked about therapy and relationships and mental illness; and I drank cider and we curled up gently upon each other and - unlike the last time this happened, minus the cider - we did not have sex; and we swapped the stories of our lives and then the clock struck midnight, and off I went into the night (with my half bottle of cider) and:
I strode across the commons, with the stars above me and my breath misting the air; with my stick and my boots and my fuck-you jacket; past the daffodils and the thatched cottages and the Reality Checkpoint; and oh, but I will pay for this in the morning, and my legs will complain, and I will be stiff and painful--
-- and oh, oh: but it will still, always, have been worth it.
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Date: 2013-04-09 12:40 am (UTC)(b) oh dear gods I am going to be miserable tomorrow OH WELL I'M STILL CHEERFUL RIGHT NOW
Such things are awesome
Date: 2013-04-09 12:59 am (UTC)They are most definitely A THING <3