under the wires - the cramps

slow day at work. in a way, it's better to be run off my feet - at least the time passes quicker. today dragged from start to finish.

one thing that brightened today up was elaine texting. she's in a chirpy mood - which usually means she's met The Perfect Dom, although I remember she behaved much the same way when her sister had the twins, too.

of course, playing text-tennis, whoever it's with, means the workplace gossip's started already. i've had several invites for a lunchtime drink, i realise. going for a fag's the worst. stuck out there with these inquisitive half-wits, fielding their moronic questions while internally trying to castigate myself for still smoking.

they're the best argument i've ever heard for abstinence. in fact, one positive today was not going for one all afternoon. i just couldn't face them - any of them.

with so little in their own lives, they're hell-bent on sucking all the colour out of mine. it's not even that they're particularly interested - they just cling to anything they think might give them a few moments blessed relief from the perma-horror of waking up inside themselves every day of life.

back to elaine's texts, though. me bringing up the subject of Her had two purposes. firstly, admitting how loved up i am might make it easier for her to open up about Whoever hers is.

and, secondly, i have to talk to someone about all this. before my skull explodes.

i got home to an answering machine message from Her. and another message on fetlife. i texted Her and, ten minutes later, She rang me.

it was only when She ended the call, i realised we'd been talking for almost three hours. that's the problem with wireless handsets - if we'd been wired to the same place, one of us would have needed a coffee - or the toilet. the call would have ended.

but being able to flit from room to room without a break in transmission, this stretches a call lasting maybe an hour to three times that.