Journals of a Non-Poet

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I hit my head this week. I hit it real bad. After a week, the headache remains. This fall, fell in the midst of my transition from the East of Glasgow to the West. A very much concussed me, has found it incredibly difficult to remove himself from such a stupor. I sleep, but I don’t. A concussed sleep, doesn’t seem to stick.

I had a meeting this week with the Directors of the Tea company. It seemed to go rather well, and all being well I could find myself involved in their online marketing strategy. I gave a presentation on the matter, highlighting what they should be doing to heighten their business potential by havig a greater online presence. I find out on Monday what sort of opportunity they can offer me. Fingers crossed.

It’s funny, when you suddenly find yourself doing something ballsey, bizarre and oh, I don’t know; ‘grown up’.

This week has been one of falling in the shower, trying not to sleep whilst concussed in the midst of a power cut, pitching a business opportunity, packing boxes, tearing up old photographs, wrapping picture frames, shredding bills, watching The West Wing, consequently admiring Sorkin, shaving beards, rubbing wounds, drinking tea, poaching eggs, ignoring flights, eating seeds, carrying an umbrella when the sun is shining, busting shoes, buying new shoes, feeling fear, feeling happy, listening to ‘New York Minute’ and wishing I was there. Maybe I will be. I mean, who knows what’s ahead of us.

This time last year, I was completing my degree, with Catherine, depressed in Derry, Reading because I had to, A short drive from the beach and generally content.

Now, things are entirely different. It’s odd. There one minute, somewhere, with someone and some things; then not. Somewhere else, with someone else perhaps and some other things.

Where WILL I be this time, 2011? Here? There?

I’ll just have to watch this space. Let’s face it; I’ve nothing better to do.

It’s getting cold again. I’m not writing. I put it to concussion, stress over moving and such.

Let’s hope that’s it. I move Wednesday.

TTFN,

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