The Sun
From the Book of Sorrows:
INJUSTICE 10/10/2004
AAARGH! The Sun - it is truly the enemy of humankind, particularly when it comes streaming in the kitchen window - a kitchen whose floor you were sleeping on after a night of injustice - at 7am. Not only are there the obvious effects like the shrivelling of eyeballs (to the extent that they resemble dried apricots), but there also exist some supplementary phenomena which serve to magnify the scale of the trauma:
The hot sun is inescapable, it causes sweat to ooze out of every pore on your body, only to combine with the road-filth you were rolling in the night before, forming a gritty, flammable slurry that percolates into your hair and clothes. The vinyl of a car seat in these conditions only acts as a reservoir for this bio-industrial horror.
The Sun also dazzles and frightens the hungover mind. Ten what you end up with is a dirty, screaming post-drunkard stumbling around for about seven hours or so until the pain barrier has been clawed through.
M- and A-...apologies for your having to see me in this condition. I hope I haven't traumatised anyone & that you are not having second thoughts about me living here!
Anyway, a shower set me on the path to recovery, as did the Sun setting. You'll be pleased to know that after a hearty meal my state is now relatively liveable, although tired.
Oh yeah, where'd that fridge come from?
