Re Entry - July 06 2002

I wake up and hurry downstairs once more, closely followed by the
two cats. Sometimes Tabby beats Longhair down to the kitchen, sometimes
Longhair is there first. And they both sit and wait for me to open a
tin of Felix, and sometimes its not what they want to eat. Tabby sniffs
his bowl and looks at me and then after I move the bowl in a certain
pattern on the floor decides to eat his breakfast. I don't know why he
does this. But the pattern I trace on the floor is quite
important.

I didnt get a choice of seat on the train. I had to sit where I was
told and read my Nine Princes In Amber book. I got into work on time.
During the morning I updated the app I have for the chap over the road
and then managed to wipe out the work I did yesterday, and did the
tapes, and rushed about with the wrong toner box because its a 4000 and
not a 5N. So I am sitting over at the third site, copying a 400MB
mailbox file across the network, and I rang ... for a quick chat, while
the file was copying. Then I go back to the office and then to the pub.
I have a beer with the boss, and then the mate who went to South Africa
turns up and we all have some more beer, and I then relaise I am late,
so I don't even have time for a sandwich. I am back in the office
looking at this completely new app, knowing I am late and that the app
has to be tested. I find a huge bug which causes my pc to lock up
completely, then I do the tapes again, and by the time I get back the
boss has gone and I am thinking he's probably annoyed, and I may lose a
half day. In fact I consider volunteering a half day out of my holiday,
but the boss has gone, so I go too. We are out early and a rush to HMV
and buy a CD and then Waterstones where I buy Paradise Lost.

I sit on the train with this fat poem and I am reading the first few
stanzas, and I know I have had a drink and the poem is incredibly
complex. After a few more pages I put the book down as it is blowing my
mind.

I get in. The wife goes out to see her Mum and Dad, as she does from
time to time. So I play the guitar and go online. I talk to ... and
...is sad, so I stay and chat and dont see Big Brother. In fact I
forget it is on. It is a good chat. A little later, with music playing
on the Mac, I chat with ... and it is good to talk. We talk about the
weekend and where everyone is tonight and then with ... we have an
online party, which is really good fun, because it wasn't planned, it
just sorta happened...

I have to eat my tea because ... reckons I should eat more, so I busy
myself with sausages and rush from laptop to sausages and back again.
There is music and dancing of course. I have to go to the offy to get
some more things. I have my tea, and I am still chatting away. Well.
.... likes the album I sent them, and thats good because I wasn't sure
if it was their cup of tea. I think that by exchanging ideas we learn a
lot about each other and ourselves. I speak to some new people that I
meet at the party and it is quite chaotic at times, at one stage we are
all in the kitchen talking very loudly and then the pop runs out and
well, some of us have work in the morning and others don't.

I have so much fun that I miss Bowie on tv and all of Big Brother. I
hear that Adele is booted and smile, because Jade is still there, and
hasn't gone yet. Adele sadly never really made an impression on the
others or the people that watch BB, and I think Alex will be
gutted.

My wife comes back at 11 and has a look at what I am doing. I give her
some of the sausage sandwich but I keep the windows static, in case of
explanations. I realise I have been online for a very long time in
between getting disconnected.

We go to bed and I lie awake for a while, my heart is racing and I have
trouble breathing, then I calm down. Sometimes we get a good reaction
and it makes us wonder and then I fall asleep and have another mad
dream which now I cannot remember.

I havent spoken to ... on chat for a week. I hope I havent offended
them. I sent a couple of emails but no reply. Maybe they are
busy.

Earlier this evening (05), there is a fight between Jasper and
Longhair, and there is much fur, mostly Jasper's and Longhair walks off
with a bit of fur in his mouth. I think they dont like each other, or
else they are trying to work out who's top. I've noticed that each cat
will sit in the other cats favourite place apart from Tabby's hammock
which is his alone, considering he is the top cat. I think cats need a
pecking order, they like to know who's top and where they all stand.
They eat each other's food, Jasper is like the rogue lion that eats
whats left, whereas Tabby is picky and Longhair likes his biscuits.
Sometimes he lies on the bed and rolls about quite happy, and I think
how he used to be a stray and used to rush in and out nicking food
before we adopted him and gave him a home.

I like watching cats, they remind me of people, with simple wants and
needs. A place to stay, some food to eat and plenty of love. Love makes
the difference.

"I need you to be around, when my conscience brings me down, and the
world seems so obscure" says Paul. There is passion in the words, and
the song I Need You made it to 7 inch vinyl in the States.

You can buy it in HMV for ?10.99 on an album with other songs.

It's a bit later in the morning and I sip my tea.