Day 17 – Sunday no show on the go slow show

I awake perfectly horizontal.

South Park the Movie is even funnier with subtitles.

I scrub the kitchen floor on my hands and knees with bleach and big yellow gloves. If people spread this much dirt in the tipi they’d be shot. Next party we have in the flat I reckon we make everyone take their shoes and socks off. If they’re worried about smelly feet they can wash them in a foot bath or something. It would be a good feature for the party, and people wouldn’t spill drinks as much coz they’d appreciate what they’re standing on. Then I wouldn’t have to wear stoopid yellow gloves.

I have a flashback of chatting to a cool outdoorsy bird at the party who asked why I didn’t have any shoes on and looked muddy. Note to self: chicks dig the smell.

I wash the mugs. As I look out of the window I travel forward in time by three months. Once upon a time I used to live in the woods. I used to wash my dishes in a stream and I used to make a fire every night in a tipi. I get all emotional.

Abs drops me off at the top of the wood late at night, I fall asleep in the tipi, and then at 3am it rains on my face.