Headspace

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup!
And surely I’ll be mine

Before then, t'was the night before christmas when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse because the last one that ran in had been caged and boiled. It was seven o'clock and I was indulging in homocidal thoughts. I was dressed up, alone in the office - this is after a few glasses of drinks too little - slumped over the table in the darkened room, on the msn with V. My holiday cheer was evapourating. We had planned to have crabs for dinner. After a big lunch, dinner changed to drinks. Then...

V: I don't know how long I'd take
(a little later)
V: we prob won't go out tonight...

I went home, got into pajamas, poured myself choya and began reading Mulisch's Last Call.

The choya made me sleepy and I made through three pages that night before Christmas. Taking the book out with me Satuday afternoon, I was trying to concentrate on reading it when I received another phone call. It was MN. After a chirpy woman-you-busy-ah she announced cheerily, she was dumping me to go to a doctor for a checkup and maybe-we-could-have-lunch-or-dinner-tomorrow-if-you're-not-busy. I replied her with the same cheeriness although mine was completely insincere, alright-we'll-eat-tomorrow and hung up, annoyed. I had been looking forward to dinner with MN, some intense philosophical chit-chat about our lives, happenings in the universe of one's work and personal acquaintances, and more so, the two bottles of wine that I had put into the fridge since the morning of Friday. They were girly wines, incapable of making a baby elephant drunk but it was fizzy and good thirst quenchers. Reading was out of the question. I telephoned my mother and said I'll be going to Ah-fo's. I opened one of the bottles. My mother sipped a little, made a 'yuck' face and predictably had some more accompanied by 'yuck' faces.

Today, I will finished the other bottle.