I’ve been playing with Boo. She’s off to get spayed first thing tomorrow and I still feel bad about it. I’m giving her fun active playtime ahead of the betrayal. She’s oblivious.
For some reason I bounced out of bed at 5 this morning. There was no going back to sleep. Hangover from being on set I guess, they are early days those filming days. I don’t really get how those famous wreckheads pulled it off back in the day. Perhaps they were still awake. Hair and make-up working hard in the mornings, a little spritz of aftershave, Smint? A shot of vodka. Amphetamines. And off we go again.
I went for breakfast at 11 with Dan. Haven’t seen him in ages. A good fish, in the same struggle. We live pretty close to each other. There aren’t that many people in this area these days from my old friendship groups. They’re all a bit further out, often bekidded or working predictable jobs. Not like this pair of lushes having green eggs and bacon on a Tuesday morning and shooting the shit about who is making what where when why and how do we get a slice of the pie and life and old friends and love and all the things all together. Loads of coffee and then fuck it I’ll drive to Heathrow. Helen lands. I pick her up at the terminal. £7.50 on the car park, timed it well, it’s £6.00 these days for a drop off. Crazy.
I wasn’t gonna drive her to Hastings just as I don’t want to live in my car. Just wanted to see her and shoot the shit again. I’m Wile Coyote now, off the cliff again but still running. Trying not to look down. I took her to Sevenoaks. Talked about Tony Robbins, skiing, life … There’s acting and then there’s all the woowoo and then there’s writing and somewhere somehow there’s a way it can all get crammed into a jar together and labelled “My crazy shit” and you can spread it on your toastface or whatever you do with Aljam these days and it’ll make me happy.
For now though the night has caught up with me and even if the day was warm the night is really not and it has made me so tired even if it’s only just nine. That’s the early rise. This is how it happens. THIS IS YOUR BRAIN. THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON SLEEP.
I shall sleep soon once more, awaken when the sun shines once again, rise into the light.
Bed bed bed bed BATH then bad warm bed. And tomorrow morning first thing we do unearthly but necessary things to Boo. Yuk.
AlBarclay 