Symbolic Forest

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Blog : Posts from March 2002


Some cat-induced insomnia

I’ve not been getting much sleep lately, so I’ve been wanting to nap every afternoon. it’s the cat’s fault. The other night, he woke me at 4am to come inside, then at 5am to go out, then at 6am to—well, you get the idea.

In between, I had an odd dream that the neighbours across the green had lots of cats that looked just like him, and they all kept coming and going between their house and mine, so I couldn’t tell which one he was.

People watching

Or, a girl on a train

I love to watch people when I’m going about. I try not to be noticed, in case they think: “eek! mad stary person!”

Yesterday’s example: a bored-looking girl on a train. She kept looking out of the window, although the window pillar was in the way. I wondered at first if she was looking at other people, too, by their reflections. She was sat in the window seat, and would occasionally look across the carriage to the opposite windows. It was getting dark, so there wasn’t much to see.

Short, dark hair, with a spot on her chin. I liked her outfit: black trousers, black lacy top, black suede jacket; red skirt and cute red trainers. When she got up she moved nervously, trying hard not to touch people as she stepped over feet.

Pets of doom

On a lead and everything

I was out walking this afternoon, and I saw a man out walking a ferret, on a lead. Twice. I think it’s a sign of the impending apocalypse.

Horse and carriage

Or, an invitation

In bed last night, and starting to drift off to sleep. Today In Parliament is on the radio, because it’s so boring it helps me sleep faster. Suddenly: bleep. “Grrr,” I thought, “I’ve forgotten to switch my phone off.” I stumbled out of bed, found it, and looked at the screen.

What’s ure address? i want 2 invite u2 my wedding

“Ungh?” I thought. I was too sleepy to think coherently. “Urgh? Mrghe? Fjfeww? I don’t know anyone getting married.”

Of course, I woke up suddenly two hours later remembering that I did. And she’s getting married. In Paris. And she’s the same age as I am. This is all very scary.

It means I have an excuse for a holiday, though.