It’s one of those days when I get out of bed and I catch myself saying: “This is a strong coffee day”. The fact that I say strong coffee is not to be taken lightly. I am talking rocket ship fuel here. Because I don’t take my coffee mild or normal human strength for that matter.

I got up with half my face asleep. Seriously, I looked in the mirror and it looks like half of it is in a coma. Either that or I’ve had a slight stroke while I was in bed. Whichever of the two is the case, it looks bad. And I say in bed because I didn’t manage to sleep. I came back home at 3-ish last night after going out with some friends. I had downed 3 pints of lager which should have put me right to sleep (alcohol makes me sleepy, usually) only this time it didn’t. No, I wasn’t drunk. Fortunately I don’t get drunk that easily (I think I’ve said this before). It usually takes 5 to 6 pints to get me drunk.

Now the fact that my face has a split personality disorder is not what worries me. What worries me is the disorientation that I will feel throughout the day. Fuck that! What disorientation? I am drinking coffee out of a mug that is labelled tea! I will soon feel more confused than a fish in a water bra!

Not a pleasant feeling. Oh and today I’ve got a dentist appointment. My mouth needs some maintenance, apparently. I haven’t been to the dentist in years because I used to wear braces (yes I am traumatised in that way by my parents and mother nature for not giving me perfect teeth). I had had enough of dentists and orthodontists by the age of 9 so I wanted to avoid them for as long as possible. I like to think of it as an intoxication period. (People that deal with teeth, being the toxic part of the equation here)

I have to admit that this decision was not the smartest one on my part. Preferring to stay at a safe distance from these people is not advisable. It’s not like they’re lorries or anything. But sometimes you reach that point in a relationship when after having someone shoving his fingers in your mouth for 5 years, you want some space. So did I.

Now that I’m all spaced out I thought it would be a good idea to go back. I still do. Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do! But only not…

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Written by Colin Brooks on 27.12.05 at 7:37 am.