Thursday 22 September 2022

fuck me it's barely 9am and already horsemouth has fucked the day. (congratulations horsemouth).

there's an electrician supposed to be coming round but horsemouth has missed his calls and now he has run out of credit to send a 'ring me back' message. horsemouth should probably think about putting more credit on his phone.

ok no he tells a lie they are here. (phew - horsemouth hates to let people down he just feels like a failure). 

last night two pints of beer post meeting of the co-op. (horsemouth would have gone for a third but that's because he's an idiot). this is possibly why he was up late - he was sleeping the sleep of the content (bag of chips on the way back). 

well the bad days have come (just as horsemouth always said they  would) with the handback of  pretty much all the remaining short life. fortunately the increasing the amount of co-op owned is in hand but the timing is not right (it never would have been right). 

and on the other hand it is good times - the sun seems to have turned on in horsemouth's heaven (but he is still full of a cold anxiety that he can't seem to shake). he has two parties and a gig (to go to) coming up and a friend is visiting town. 

having left the electricians busy at work he went down the doctors to book in a blood-pressure test and ended up booked into the NHS standardised tests and getting his fu jab there and then. 

today horsemouth will mostly sit about and read. 

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