Holy Fuckin Shit Balls Gracie!
Of course there's room for you! Can't wait to see you, I have an exam in the morning so I'm hanging out in the Berry of Lies for the day. I'm pretty bored with the study already as you can imagine, so I've been reading some of the more interesting chapters in the Book of Medicine. Yeah, that's right, there's only one book required for being a doctor. Ask Lisa, it's called Medicine at a Glance. I use Wikipedia alot too though. Is that cheating?
So, right, there I was nosing through the book and I found a chapter on Sleep. Intersting that, I LOVE to sleep. Thought I'd love the chapter too, and I wasn't wrong - apparently, to maintain good sleep hygiene one should only use their bed for sleep.
Well.
Well. If the Book says so, we'll just have to find more... different places to have the sex that the Book deems necessary for a good nights sleep.
Incidentally, do you know what's not good for sleep? Pitching a tent (ba-dum tssssh, goodness, I am On Fire today) on a slant, and sharing it with RanDee. I woke up on Saturday morning in the middle of a, I don't even know what you'd call it, it wasn't a
field but it was
somewhere outside Oranmore, near a graveyard and with more pedestrians about than you might have anticipated. Anyway, so i woke faceplanted into the side of the tent, which mercifully wasn't one of those round ones with no doors, with Dee on top of me. I had to say something, "Eh, Dee... I am awake now, you know"
So, the next night we're crashing in Jean's house in Galway having spent the evening in the Get Fit Fast Intensive Aerobics Workout in the Warwick (which I thought was Duarhic all night - not that I could figure out what Duarhic was either - was fairly confuzzled by the whole affair now to be honest, and that place is a veritable maze). We'd been caught three times by the Siochana necking a bottle of Bucky on the street, but I tell ya we were prepared for the weather - we had our sunglasses on just in case the sun came out before we went to bed, and we had our rainjackets, hot pants and leg warmers, just in case we fell through a vortex back to the early eighties. Aferall, you never know what's gonna happen in Upper Salthill, and '83 was a great year. Anyway, where was i? Oh yeah, sleeping with Dee - I had a few smokes out the back in Jeans, thinkning the apples never fall far from the trees do they? when I realised it was probably time to make friends with the spare bed. But that HO-BAG DIERDRE CONROY had gotten there before me, I tell ya, that woman has a plan and she is a Predator. Oh SO quietly I, eh, actually, probably wasn't so quiet at all, but you know when you're tryin to be quiet - yeah I probably was in a heap giggling at Dee and her growler. So the upshot is, I climb into bed and one minute she's out for the Dracula and next she's sprawling her octopussy arms all around me, and teliing me taht this bed is on a slant too... Jesus titting fucking Christ - I spent half the night dewperately clinging on to the edge fo the bed so I wouldn't fall off.
On the way home, we were underastaNDABLY FEELIGN A LITTLE... DDISJOINTED - woops, off with the caps lock there Bex, easy now girl, no shouting, you're in the library- we were feeling a little, you know, delicate. As you would after a hard working weekend in three different, new, holes - Dee - and some epic efforts on the dancefloor and on the water - me. The bright sunlight and fresh air of the Galway countryside particularly conspired to fry our brains on the Tuesday?, no MOnday? yeah Monday afternoon. Things we didn't quite understand about our trip home - like, why were the villagers burninating the entire fucking countryside, with their funny little hats on and funny jerseys and pagain bonfires. I mean, one family had even lit their fire right beside a fuckin telegraph pole - sure, are they or are they not an inbred pack of eejits who deserve their place in the Halls of Darwin Awards. And tell me this. What is the story with Supermacs? I know myself and Dee
may have overdosed, and I'm sorry Father but I have sinned, I ate Supermacs in Dublin, when we were on the way to Galway. And it's been thirty years since my last confession.
We sure got more than a little excited by the whole everywhereness of it. It's like a adrug. You can't help having it if it's there. Maybe they do put drugs in it, I definatley think they put drugs in the ketchup cos it's waaaaaaay better than the
stuff shite stuff Cian has at home - if I call it shite, he won't let me use it again, and sure what'll I do then when I stagger home when the birds are singing with my little bag of ships. I'm so down with the lingo.
Yeah. So. We ate Supermacs at least four times this weekend. It's not as bad as you tihnk ,cos there was three days in this weekend. But, seriously now, how many Supermacs are there in Galway? Cos there's THREE in a ROW on the SAME STREET in Ballinasloe - que'es-ce que le fuck???
So the upshot is. I'm a ilttle bit hummming off the ligths in here, it's just he coffee. I was waaaay worse yesterday - do you wanna buy a ticket for Kila? See what I mean? (I lef my ticket on the fridge and had to buy a new one outside the gig, don't tell anyone I feel like a spa.) I let ya have it for half price thugh!!!
Look , I gotta split but gis a buzzle on Thrusday and I'll meet ya for a pint.
Rafter x
