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CHAPTER 3: 16th march

this is something i've always loved, that feeling of lazing in bed on a sunday just reading or writing or watching telly content in the knowledge that u don't actually have 2 get up til monday if u don't want to. nice.
dad's birthday was great last night. haven't had a big family do like that 4 ages that i've been able 2 actually stay 4 the whole lot. no one even mentioned margot at all, perhaps mum cautioned everyone 4 fear i might bite their heads off. good idea.
i think i might start catching the bus 2 work everyday & save the car 4 wkends. i want 2 get back into living again & not just go thru the motions and pass thru life like a machine. plus i've always liked the solitary serenity of public transport, just being able 2 have a sit & read, or think, or not think, & concentrate on nothing. a nice feeling. god i sound like i'm having a mid life crisis!
where's some thumping drum&bass 2 go with this bacon and egg fry-up smell wafting up the stairs? like that all night clubber cafe in the city, u can go in there 4 an early breakfast & they're playing the same music u'd be getting in the clubs, lights, lasers, mirrorballs and all. i always equate fry-ups with drum&bass now.
i guess i'd better go down 4 breakfast, or should i say lunch, just the way it should b on sundays. see, my parents know how 2 live! none of this up @ 7am 2 go 2 champagne breakfasts and other such bollocks every sunday. god i feel so mean, i hadn't realised how bitter i am towards her on the inside. so much venom. the calm smiling exterior had even fooled moi! there's the smell of toast now, that's my cue, i'm up and outta here.. as soon as i deal with another urgent matter a bit closer to hand:)