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every day is like Sunday
Jun. 23rd, 2008 12:26 amI occasionally think that Morrissey's "Every Day Is Like Sunday" was written for the town I grew up in. It wasn't, it was written for Mablethorpe in Lincolnshire, but, still. This is the seaside town / they forgot to close down rings especially true. I may be being somewhat uncharitable. I am being somewhat uncharitable. I grew up in a seaside village, and was spared the candy-floss and rock of a few miles down the coast, and it is very, very beautiful.
It's just... yes. I left Oxford today. I will not pass comment on this fact right now. I will say that my being here is certainly not the end of the world. It's just that, sitting here at 12.46am, in this kitchen, with this specific mess on the table, this familiar home-smell of incense and chilli, I feel almost as if I had gone away for a time - a long trip away, three years, in fact - and am home again unchanged. And yes, of course that's not true. It's just. Yes.
Anyway! I am back. Home is nice, it is very nice to see my parents again - they, too, are unchanged; they brought me home and fed me coffee and told me terrible jokes - and tomorrow I am not allowed to sit at home and feel sorry for myself, I have to work, by which I mean, I have to roll out of bed before lunchtime and go and (not) sell books to people and not mope. In fact, life is perfectly fine and there are joyful things and I am having a re-awaking of my insomnia (ahahaha, see what I did there?) which is making me a bit droopy. I will return and talk about pleasant things later. First, Ye Olde Meme about me, which might come in handy for telling me about myself:
( memememe, )
And now, bedtime. My kingdom for a wink of sleep.
It's just... yes. I left Oxford today. I will not pass comment on this fact right now. I will say that my being here is certainly not the end of the world. It's just that, sitting here at 12.46am, in this kitchen, with this specific mess on the table, this familiar home-smell of incense and chilli, I feel almost as if I had gone away for a time - a long trip away, three years, in fact - and am home again unchanged. And yes, of course that's not true. It's just. Yes.
Anyway! I am back. Home is nice, it is very nice to see my parents again - they, too, are unchanged; they brought me home and fed me coffee and told me terrible jokes - and tomorrow I am not allowed to sit at home and feel sorry for myself, I have to work, by which I mean, I have to roll out of bed before lunchtime and go and (not) sell books to people and not mope. In fact, life is perfectly fine and there are joyful things and I am having a re-awaking of my insomnia (ahahaha, see what I did there?) which is making me a bit droopy. I will return and talk about pleasant things later. First, Ye Olde Meme about me, which might come in handy for telling me about myself:
( memememe, )
And now, bedtime. My kingdom for a wink of sleep.
