danny

I found myself in front of the computer. Not that I’ve been too long away, I thought. It was the sensation of being here for a while, thought I know I just found myself here two minutes ago.

Then I started remembering. I was reading a book right beside here, in my bed. I was reading and I thought i wanted something to eat. I went to the kitchen and open the fridge. It was full of things, not my things. I grabbed the raw bacon and took it out and went back to the room.

Then I remember thinking about my job. Thinking how bored I was, though while at work I felt ok. I liked my job, I thought. Not anymore, I thought. But why? I was really into it before arriving home. It is friday so why being so attached to a job I’ve been doing for a week already? Isn’t the weekend about wanting to be off your work?

And here I was, justifying myself. Or the job, whatever. I was at bed, with the book, and some tomatoes beside me. I was eating the tomatoes, small tiny cherry tomatoes. They were supposed to be from Italy, but they tasted english enough.

I lit a cigarette, and had a pull, it was the same Camel light I’ve had for ages, after being back home. Then I see the two beers down the bed. That explained the thinking, the cigarette and the raw bacon. It also explained the strong smell of beer and the heavy smoking.

This entry was posted on Saturday, August 18th, 2007 at 00:29:38 and is filed under thoughts.