hummm.../ to bed early this last night as was feeling sous the weather (the ears again)/ v- decided to present himself to invite me upstairs and, constructing a twat of himself secured in me the opinion our friendship is at a close/ slept in till 1130, called in sick at work and've sat around listening to records: herbie hancock, headhunters; sly and the family stone, stand; van morrison astral weeks; and reading a series of memorable interviews published by the guardian newspaper/ 'tis pleasant tho' feel i like shite/ the alba is at the stores and upon her return i shall cook/ et c'est ca...

all g'd/ missed a blog yester as was bombed the night previous on methadone and spent much of the following day (yester) recovering/ i've been on a low dose with no use atop for so long my tolerance must've dwindled away to very little/ then yester night my brother came over bearing belated xmas gifts and we cooked a divine supper, drank rouge and smoked some weed/ the deck span much dr john and john coltrane then to bed around 2300/ because of the weather no post's been delivered all week so i'm hoping when il postino finally arrives it'll be with 10 records/ ummm...nothing else really/

doin' g'd/ yester around 0730 went in the divine early pastel dawn to the pharm en bus down iced roads & through snowed sidings/ 'twas truly beautiful tho' i shattered this charming picture occasionally by dipping into one flew over the cuckoo's nest, black snakes swarming from the page and into my brain/ it was an experience/ then home, wrote some poems for some magazine, drank only one bottle of wine and managed to sleep all night/ got up around 0745, finished the poems, submitted them and now...well, now await a response/ i've shut down my paypal account to curb my compulsive record purchasing/ and seh sah/ oh & don't forget

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up trey ur-lee again/ sunday degenerated into a booze mess (1 'fifth' whiskey + several dbls; 1 pint lager; 1 can special brew; 1 bottle wine)/ made the gf b'fast in bed around 0800 then carried on drinking, the absence of methadone causing me many tears when listening to certain songs/ then up to v-'s who was acting a bit off/ we drank whiskey and ended up fighting, he trying to throw a punch in the fashion of a boxer (his dad was a boxer) causing me to double over with laughter/ he threw me out so my gf went up there to try and smooth things over/ went back to v-'s later with more whiskey and we'd a fairly pleasant after tho' my memory fails me around 1500/ woke around 0730 yester to be told what a terrible b'stard i'd been the day before/ h'ever snow'd blanketed london, the heaviest in 20 years (we'd a foot) and a good day ensued/ there was no transportation so we'd some of our neighbours over/ later the alba and i pursued an after of lust then slept till about 1600/ i couldn't get to work or to pick up my are-ex so thank wagon-christ i've a merry surfeit/ without it'd've been a 10 mile walk in the snows/ then to bed early post only one small glass of wine/ woke at 0300 clearly 'ving'd my kip (or sleep) quotient/ life will become more stable once the horror-go-round of methadone withdrawal's subsided/ peace/

up since obscenely early (0300) consequence of some fuck-wit phoning me at 0141 then 0143 wondering if i wanted to travel half way across london to get wasted/ double-u.tea.eff, as they say/ so, unable to sleep and no doubt perturbed by the reduction in methadone i rose and've been listening to music and buying albums i can't afford on ebay/ what a haul: iggy pop, wild child; sly and the family stone, stand; hendrix, live at monterey; happy mondays, peel sessions ep; captain beefheart, lick my decals off baby; hendrix, concerts/ my girlfriend is going to fucking crucify me but i simply could not help myself/ !/