january mathematics

some calculations are technically possible but emotionally irresponsible. #

January cost too much. I realised this while emptying my bag this afternoon and finding receipts from drinks, taxis, shopping and things I genuinely don’t remember deciding were worth that amount of money. Nightlife is funny because after midnight everybody accepts economic conditions that would cause a parliamentary inquiry in daylight. A tiny bottle of water costs something offensive and instead of saying `”Excuse me, has this been imported from the moon?”` you say `”Two please.”` Then there is entrance, cloakroom, taxi, another taxi because nobody wants to walk in those shoes, and suddenly your Friday night has the GDP of a small principality. I started adding it up and stopped. Ignorance can be a form of financial planning.

Still, January was good. Pink has officially replaced blue on the blog and possibly in half my wardrobe. Hardcore remains exactly where it was. Franchino nights remain dangerous to my sleep schedule. Yuri remains remarkably tolerant of the phrase `”five minutes”` despite now possessing years of evidence that it means nothing. I didn’t go to Genova enough and I know it. Mom’s colleagues have occupied the living room often enough that I am considering charging them rent. Tea is still at five when I’m home and still has exactly four biscuits because civilisation needs rules. Tomorrow is February and I already have an idea for the layout, which means tonight I will probably tell myself I’m only changing one thing and go to bed three hours later.

Remember me, Eclipse.