Cat-sitting

Saturday, September 08, 2007
Current mood: sad

Salut mes amis,

It's the middle of the night and I cannot sleep - again.
Insomnia drives me into the treacherous sucking void of MySpace... only other insomniacs left, lots of weirdos and those in other time zones. 't Is a strange thing this MySpace, isn't it? Giving a false feeling of belonging with "meeting" new people, "befriending" them, "talking" to them... and none of it is for real, whatever anyone says. Your real friends look after you when you're down ...
My best friend here in the provincial town of B. is emigrating to Kiwiland tomorrow. The last weeks have been filled with packing, anxiety, more packing, reassuring, arrangements for the business, fights with the bank, more anxiety and tomorrow it's all over. She's on a plane swanning off to join her love.
I'll miss her, a lot!
Especially since my real circle of friends seems to shrink substantially lately. Well, there's the whole lot that came with ExBoy... don't hear from them, ever. Not even when I was croaking in hospital last year. Sort of out of sight, out of mind thing going on. Or maybe ExBoy has done my PR for me? Who knows? Sad nevertheless as good times were had.

Oh and that's another thing I was pondering the other day: when you split up after a long time together you loose the possibility to share memories. Like in "remember when you did so and so and then we blahdiblah... How we howled with laughter?" Or your holiday pics... All those memories; not gone, but unable to share them anymore as the one to share them with is working on other memories with someone else...
So effectively your life seems to be taken away from you; stripped to the bare essence which is you, I guess. And "you" is flipping lonely! No amount of MySpazz mates can change that as you can't have a sob and cuddle with them, can you now?
Insomnia invariably leads to extreme navelgazing, especially when one is suffering from the PMT. I'm so fed up of being alone! I'll be glad to get away for a day or 10, back to the old country. Meet people that are glad to see me. It'll do my soul good. Until then, I'm catsitting for GalleryBoss. Trust me to find the most unsociable cat in the world for company. J'en ai marre!!!!
I better take one of my little tablets...
Duck Towers is an oasis of tranquility compared to this place where traffic never stops, clubbers argue and vomit on their way home, ambulances tear by,.. the city centre, quoi?

Good morning , me ducks. I hope you have a better day than mine. xxx