if i spend too long in the company of other people. i start twitching and looking for exit signs. seven hours at work without any moments alone started to take its toll in the seventh hour. i even tried to impose a five minute silence on my co-worker, the way our french teacher- mrs. wark- used to do at school, when she would make us keep quiet for a certain number of minutes and we were only allowed to break the silence by saying 'cock-a-doodle-doo' in french when we thought the time was up. mrs. wark is a legend, one of the old skool greats. anyway, my co-worker wasn't so keen on this idea of waiting until the big hand got to seven before he opened his mouth again. i guess i don't really blame him. but i was starting to contemplate hurling myself, or (better yet) him, through the office window when i was freed into the 10pm darkness. i jumped in the car, put on some tunes and sped out of the car park towards the craigantlet hills. drive drive drive and then glide...winding round little lanes in the darkness at 60 miles an hour with the wind rattling my ribcage, staring up at the blue bleeding to black and the moon slung low in the sky.
exhale.
yesterday someone told me that i am the bomb-diggity.
how cool.
