there is a line in war of the worlds, 'the contagion of my wife's fears'/ how true/ out eariler with the object i can't leave or be rid of i'd 'procured' a video and had it in my pocket/ later, when she realised this, she came up with a tale of shopping assistants talking about my theft and discussing whether or not to confront me/ now my whole career as a thief is based on confidence/ and surprisingly this little bi of bullshit, although i knew it to be erroneous, dented mine a tad/ when i went out this evening to procure my nightly bottle of vintage i paused (internally) and almost fluffed it/ indeed, so great was the virus i was surprised when i looked back after the fact and spied no one following/ the lesson?/ fuck all these weak assed motherfuckers/

surprisingly rather drunk/ 'purchased' a bottle of rather fine rioja at about 1830 and now, more than 3/4 way through, feel rather drunk/ withnail and i is on but not until 1115 and i have no money, so this presents something of a problem/ i should go and procure an-other but do not want to push my luck/ however i probably shall/

pain/ pink medicated mouth wash, paracetamol and coffee has gone some way to assuage/ but still i am in pain/ i'd love a bag but cash is short/ come tuesday when the cheque clears i'm going to secure three and three and have myself a time/ cannot wait/ get 'spun out' on crack in the park toilets and then take the edge off with some strong, high chemical booze and the pass out with a bag or three of gear/ divine/ woman needs to go to work at some point this week, so i persuade for tuesday and i can relax/ i hate having to hide it/ hiding the process is nerve wracking and hiding the intoxication mars if not destroys the high, making the whole deal entirely counterproductive/ for a 'time' i need money, drugs, alcohol and privacy/ and on tuesday all these can be mine...

possessed wasted last night/ 2 cans white ace, 2 bottles rioja, 2 bags heron, 1 rock/ woke feeling appalling though mainly because wisdom teeth are coming through/ thus swallowed paracetamol and am now making coffee/ up exceedingly early for have to take woman to hospital/ plenty work to do aussi/ my blogs have become short and uninteresting/ i will say that it is most pleasant to finally get my hands on some half decent gear/ nothing beats it really/

whilst yesterday was no misadventure, it was certainly no adventure/ however, practicing the regular tasks is something akin to a joy-bang for one with a semi-chaotic lifestyle/ having cooked a divine supper (organic salmon, French style, with new pots tossed in Brittany butter and a bottle of excellent Sancerre) went to bed exceedingly early and entertained a series of incredibly vivid dreams/ rose at 1000 this morn/currently devising ways to acquire cash and listening to lieder by Schubert/