Happy New Year’s Eve, readers. I hope you have an enjoyable evening ahead of you. So far, my cold hasn’t turned into anything more serious; I am relaxing, napping, drinking tea and enjoying the last hours of laziness and total indulgence before the New Year kicks in and I have to start being more responsible and also going out and seeing people. Today has mostly been about watching American Horror Story, knitting a scarf that I started a few days ago, so that I can have the satisfaction of finishing at least one project before the year ends, and eating chocolate for no good reason. I had a plate of sausages and chips for dinner which is hardly diet food, is it, and I didn’t even have any green vegetables with it. It was YUM.
We’ll probably do a review of the year or something tomorrow but for now let’s just continue to kick back. Can I find a nice tune. Like you needed to ask.
The Peddlers: On A Clear Day (You Can See Forever) (1968)
I can’t believe it. I am gutted. I must have caught it off that Maths guy I was out with the other night. Considering I just had TWO consecutive bouts of flu that used up a whole month of my life and that I am just barely recovered from, this is terrible news. I only just had a conversation with Leroy in which we arranged to go clubbing and now I am all stuffed up again, my throat hurts, I can’t breathe and I had a terrible night of not sleeping last night. I am not fit for human consumption, I am congested and sleep-deprived.
At least I went to the gym yesterday, thank goodness I took that opportunity when it was there. I spent an hour on the treadmill and then swam 30 lengths of the pool, scoring 2 Health points. Probably the last Health points I will score until mid January if this turns out to be a third strain of flu.
Bah. Really not happy.
I am tired of waiting for Leroy. I last saw him last weekend, which feels like months ago, and I last spoke to him on Wednesday and it’s now Monday. Whenever I see him or speak to him he is all over me and he gives the impression of thinking that we are in a relationship, but from my perspective I am not in regular enough contact with him to sustain this illusion. So I don’t know. Either we are having totally different experiences, or else we aren’t having different experiences and he feels as disconnected from me as I do from him, but he is good at snapping into full-on Boyfriend mode whenever we happen to speak to each other, which I am starting to think is the more likely scenario.
Anyway, I am a bit starved. I was already quite ready for some company when Socrates came over last Tuesday and now it’s almost a week later I can barely remember what Leroy looks like. As regrettable as this may be, I’m not going to send him needy text messages when I could take the more dignified route of dating other people. So last night I went out to meet a young maths genius in the form of a newly-arrived Greek expat, who we shall call Maths. He was nice enough. He was pleasant, polite, well-behaved. I didn’t have any complaints. He didn’t rock my world but guys who rock your world aren’t much use if they don’t regularly show up to rock it. My plan for today is to go out and get some more exercise because Christmas always piles on the pounds and then later this afternoon there is expected to be a date with a personal trainer and physical therapist who we shall call Physio, who I’ve been chatting to on and off for several months.
So that’s me. I’m also making lots of progress with Bioshock Infinite and I have figured out how to use Auto Lock in Grand Theft Auto, which has totally revolutionised my gameplay as it means I can accurately shoot members of rival gangs when I encounter them in the street. Which is what really matters in life, as I’m sure we can all agree.
Sylvester: Do You Wanna Funk (1982)
I wanted to stay in my pyjamas all day but then I thought better of it, put on a sports bra and went out for a brisk 8-mile march. I will do the full 10 miles next time but I was bit over-dressed. It’s so long since I’ve done that route that I forgot that one gets quite hot and sweaty by about mile 4, no matter how cold it is outside. You don’t need a coat, even in winter. You need a tracksuit, a brisk pace and a bottle of water.
Now I’m back, I feel better for it. My skin looks better, I am more awake and I have roses in my cheeks. Also I’m now not going to feel guilty about eating Christmas pudding with custard for tea.
I am starting to feel like I’m ready to be sociable again. If I don’t see Leroy this weekend I will go out and meet one of the other guys I’ve been chatting to on the dating site, there are one or two interesting ones who live near me.
1 Health point.
I am just posting this to remind myself. I am older than JLo but I am a lot younger than Madonna, and she didn’t have a problem dating Jesus Luz.
Well, I am certainly getting enough sleep. I am certainly compensating for all the hours and days of sleep I didn’t get before we broke up for Christmas from work. This morning I got up rather early, cooked a hot breakfast, watched one episode of South Park, then went back to bed for another five hours. I’ve been wearing pyjamas for two days.
I sense that the outside world and I are going to start coming into contact with each other again from tomorrow. I notice it is Saturday tomorrow and I will most likely see Leroy over the weekend. Also I will need to go outdoors and get some exercise, otherwise pyjamas will be the only clothes I can fit into. Right now I am in a very cosy and dishevelled state at four in the afternoon, with fluffy slippers and unbrushed hair.
Time to wake up. I am well fed but I need some coffee. Then I will doubtless play some more video games, that being the true meaning of Christmas. I should log into World of Warcraft and go collect my presents from Blizzard that are probably waiting under the big Christmas tree in Orgrimmar.
Merry Christmas, readers. I hope you are all having an exciting or restful day, according to your taste. I am eating my breakfast at three in the afternoon, I am about to watch Trading Places while opening presents, and I shall cook Christmas dinner whenever I damn well feel like it. It was going to be lunch but now it has moved to evening because I am celebrating on my own time this year and no-one can stop me.
This year’s massive Christmas tune is by the eternal Alton Ellis, a TLYW favourite, Jah know. Merry Christmas to you, brothers and sisters.
Alton Ellis: Merry Merry Christmas