Sometimes I wake up early on Saturday or Sunday and I’m still tired and my head hurts from last night’s gin but I can’t stop thinking of the hot cup of coffee and the classic literature I’m about to finish and sitting in my bed and being alone. My stomach churns and my mental gears are whirring so I get up. I won’t shower for a few hours, I’ll sit in my boxers and live my waking dream.
I’ll be tired later, sure, maybe I’ll have a second cup and just work off the buzz until I go out later and then I say things I wouldn’t ordinarily — I’m delirious, I can’t help it, there’s just so much to say and I can’t fight it and I feel like I should be granted some sort of reprieve from my normal eight hour state of mind, and this is welcome and they — the people I’m talking to — should understand this when I tell them I only got five and a half hours last night, and even if I don’t tell them they should understand, and we will laugh and be crazy because I’m fun this way!
We can have fun together when I’m like this!
Daniel the Writer 