katy song on repeat

I can’t get my green tea down today, I can’t hold my water either and I just want to get to the end of the day.

This morning there was a sports van blocking the parking’s gate of the flat, every time I looked down at it from my window there appeared to be another pink slip which had been stuck to the driver’s window. No amount of traffic fines would release me from my confinement, the vehicle needed to be moved before I could move along.

I had an espresso, I had another one and by the time 11 o’clock arrived I had that jittery third shot of joy. The van was still there, my runner had texted me to say he had flu and was not coming into the office, things were quietly falling apart if the email fodder was to be believed. The hairline cracks in our system appeared to be momentarily magnified and of course the auditors would want a word, I stalled said to book a meeting, that I was working on something more urgent, which I was but the old fop off technique of prioritisation made sense to both parties on the crackling telephone line.

I eventually made it to the office to talk shop, deal with auditors and take my football abuse as Liverpool went crashing out of the FA Cup last night.

I went to bed so disillusioned sleeping in one of my many supporters tops, it was painful watching the team I love and have followed since the age of seven perform so dreadfully and at one a.m. there was nobody to share a beer with and complain. I went to bed but struggled to sleep, it’s hard to just turn of the tap off emotion even if it’s misplaced and directed at the television set for a 120 minutes of dire football.

You know that there are days like these once in every fortnight if you are lucky and you find a piece of music and get through, even living life second by second the time passes just slowly.

Today I’ve got the Red House Painters playing, I’ve got Katy Song on repeat, the pah-pahpa-pahpaa at the end of the song just gets me, sometimes I forward to it because I can’t wait. I wish the green tea tasted better for some reason I can’t seem to get it down, I’ve been drinking green tea during the working day for years now, I detox or that’s what I tell myself at the desk but today even the small sips taste like bitter medicine.

I’m out of sorts and things are out of sync a bit like the weather unsure of what to make of itself but transient none the less.