Empty harbour on a Sunday…
Since I went to bed at 3 AM yesterday night, I slept in late. Woke up at 10 AM and felt lousy. I had too much to drink yesterday, way too much. Strange day. Sundays can be depressing, especially in wintertime. Nobody out, empty streets, grey skies, freezing cold. Everybody stays home on a day like that, feeling cozy, being couch potatoes, watching TV, maybe spending time with the family, or making love in the afternoon.
As for me, I went for a walk with Jack, at the harbour. They don’t work on Sundays, and I really like the atmosphere there, old cranes, lots of doves and seagulls, empty trucks, dirt, rust, and coal all over the place. Jack had a blast while I was shooting my daily pic.
As I write this I eat a plate of horrible pasta I just made, the last things I had in my kitchen were oil, garlic and pasta. I guess I don’t have to mention that I miss Serafine, but I’m trying hard not to think about her.
I know I should call Peter, see how he’s doing, but I don’t have the strength right now. I know that the news will be bad, and I would try to cheer him up, which in return would drain me - I can’t handle it today. I just can’t. Do you understand - or am I being a bad friend?
It’s already dark outside and I don’t know what to do with my evening. I don’t have a TV set. I hate TV, it’s a waste of time. Maybe something unexpected will happen? We’ll see…
Later: Nothing happened, except that I ate 41 cookies in less than 30 minutes and got 10,674 views today. Crazy. The internet is a madhouse.
