| Getting back on track |
[Feb. 6th, 2004|12:07 pm] |
The fog's clearing a little and I'm beginning to see some possibility of functioning again. But I never would have figured that not working was so difficult. I actually slept normal hours last night (more or less) but today's trial is a crashing headache.
Went into the City last night for a leaving do with my old Royal Mail colleagues. It was very strange, and rather unpleasant, to be back making the same train journeys as before. It cannot be denied - when you take a large group of people, sprinkle them with rain and pack them onto a train carriage, they smell.
Not so my former colleagues, of course, who are all collectively and individually fragrant. Actually, all joking aside, there was one point in the evening where I was on my own for a moment, propped up against the wall in the bar with two beers inside me and a lemonade in my hand, thinking to myself that I couldn't remember a job where the dividing line between workmates and friends was so blurred. Which is nice. I'm the world's worst person at keeping in touch (moon in Sagittarius, you see) but I hope I'll surprise myself this time...
After that I met up with ![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif) astrofiammante, who was just coming off shift, and we had a potter around the area. We peered through the candlelit windows of Dennis Severs' House, getting a little freaked out in the process, and wandered down to Brick Lane but decided we didn't fancy a curry after all.
A good evening. In fact, I'd go so far to say a very good evening. |
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