Sleep deprivation was fun for a week, but not so much anymore. It mainly makes me grumpy and, er, sleepy. It’s gotten bad in that I fall asleep in trishaws now, or at least enter that uncomfortable head-nodding between life and death. On Saturday I went to D’s to pick up a camera. Ended up having 5 fingers of vodka and passing the fuck out on the ride home. Woke up at Sethsiripaya and walked the rest of the way, crashing with my head outside of the mosquito net like a bloody tootsie roll. Woke up with my phone jabbing into my leg and mouth tasting like Dead Sea Scroll. Had some cereal and went to a photo shoot for the cover of IT, then a meeting for the green site. Haven’t seen Desperate Housewives in weeks.
My memories have congealed 3 weeks into one, which is why projects never feel overdue. At some point my parents were out of town. Called to find out how to use the show-kitchen and they rightly guessed that I had a girl over. I haven’t cooked in a year. Burned the rice. Later that night I hear some godawful caterwauling and find out that the cat has somehow got stuck in the neighbor’s yard. It’s 2 in the morning and I don’t think they’re home. Go find the step ladder and try to place it atop some bushes. Get halfway up and the thing slips, pulling my groin out of joint. Fucking cat. Finally clamber over the wall and down the other side. Damian hides from me but I grab him and toss his black ass over. Now I’m stuck though, cause there’s no ladder on this side. The wall is too high for effective clambering and the tree is just grippy enough to flirtfully scrape my knees. Go find another tree, climb it and try to avoid falling into the gutter. Thankfully I haven’t locked myself out. Have 2 fingers of scotch cause I’m home alone and this hunter-gatherer shit is strenuous.
The sky has been dumping rain on me all week. At night it sounds like the fan has gone crazy, but I take off my headphones and it’s just the rain. I keep getting stranded in the printing press, watching Hi! and posters come off the press as I bide my time. I usually get my lunch packet from a street stall. When it rains the Lal the Vendor tucks up his sarong and wears a plastic bag on his head. On the weekend was leaving the photo shoot and it starts just pouring. Hide behind a tree, but that isn’t going to hold for long. Finally make a run for it and find a trishaw, soaked to the bone. Pick up the girl under the tree and go to KFC.