Let’s see if I can do this whole stream of consciousness thing.
I’m tired. Like, really tired. I get maybe a couple of hours sleep a day if I’m lucky, I certainly don’t get to sleep through the night and the sleeping I do get done is done in a computer chair, albeit a reasonable comfortable one.
The netcafe opens every morning at about 9am, and that’s when I come in. I pay for a week of unlimited use and tend to be on the net all day browsing, looking for flats, looking for jobs, reading the news, keeping informed, all that kind of crap, and chatting in most cases all day to one person in particular. The majority of the sleep I get done occurs in random periods throughout the day usually just for an hour or two at a time, and then I’m here til about 5, sometimes 6am when the place closes. When it closes I tend to fuck off and wander down by the river trying to either clear my mind of everything or focus my thoughts into something coherent. I should probably write while I’m doing that but it never occurs to me because I’m so tired all of the time.
I see all these other homeless people about and apart from the fact that I’ve grown myself a full beard because I’m too lazy to shave, I don’t really look like one of them. I keep my clothes clean at the laundromat and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let my clothes get all tattered as fuck and actually look like a decrepit hobo.
So my days consist of upwards of 20 hours sitting in front of a computer, not all of them conscious, and then a couple of hours of aimless wandering.
I really need to get my fucking shit together.
I need to get myself into a place to live, I need to get myself a job, and I need to save up some money, because I want to travel to the US in perhaps april/may next year, there’s a ton of people there who I’m years overdue for meeting and there’s one person in particular I really want to meet, and the longer it takes me to get my shit together the longer it’s all going to take to accomplish, so I need to get to work.
First step I guess is replacing my cellphone. It’s expensive to use the few payphones that still exist, and most flat listings on trademe and such ask for a text or phone call, and without a phone I’m incapable of doing them. Then there’s the fact that I basically can’t get a job if I’m not contactable, so that’s reason 2 to get a new phone. I have seen a parallel importing/second-hand electronic goods store with a couple of old as shit $40 phones in their window, so that’ll perhaps be a stop next week.
The other issue is getting a new place to live. I basically don’t want to ever have flatmates again, there’s enough cheap 1 bedroom units out there that I can in theory afford while on a benefit, and easily afford with even a minimum wage paying job, but without flatmates, the places are usually let through an agent, who requires references, and apart from work references, I can’t get good living references from anyone, because everyone I’ve ever lived with has been a piece of shit. I swear, til I meet the future Ms. right, there’s nobody I’m going to live with again if I can help it. I just don’t play well with others, at least not when at home.
So basically it goes like this
- Cellphone
- Somewhere to live
- Job
- Savings
- America
- ???
- Profit!!!
God, I need to sleep. I think I will after this cigarette.