The Book of Ashes

Night at Kitty's with Kramer Durdin, insurance letter 10:50AM

Again its a yesterday entry. I got a few things done. Printed some cool business cards, read a little, rearranged the lounge a bit and cooked up a mean leek soup with croutons for dinner. It was good.

Dan and I did a mish with Martin to the warehouse to pick up a computer desk like Dan's for Martin and took it back to his place. Dan then went out on a date while I watched friends at home. Not much was on after that so I cruised round to Damians to catch up and return a bottle of vodka they had left here. Him and Kelly were looking good. Well settled into Courtenay appartments again. We discussed life and business then I headed home. Wasn't much to do at home so went for a run. Took my time and made it all the way to the top of Mt Vic once again. I felt pretty good about that. Came home and got a call from Tyler Durdin...

Next thing you know I'm at Kitty O Shaes, sitting in the corner with a rasberry & coke in my hands. Tyler stands in front of me, face lit, smoke in mouth, staring straight at me, telling me how I should live my life, telling me to do the things I wouldn't usually do. So he's talking to these two British chicks and I wonder to myself, does he really exist? Is he a figment of my imagination, am I sitting here alone, with two drinks and talking to myself, talking to these chicks by myself? He turns his attention back to me. Tells me he has confidence in me, just these last few days. The plan will work. My Tyler is not called Tyler, he is called Kramer. I think I can remember times when others have spoken to him, or were they speaking to me only? Have I slept? Have I been asleep? I am Jacks increasing excitement. Who knows where it will take me. Uncle Monkey played away in the background. People came and went. The night was a blurr... Kramer was on fire. I was sitting back in the corner, by myself, watching... We got BK and came home around 1:30. Was a good night. Now its morning.

I was awoken this morning by a vibrating text message. It was from Fi saying to check my mail before breakfast. The wording was slightly weird enough to arouse my curiosity so I arose and checked it out. She had a little rhyme for me saying to check my letter box. Inside was a packet of muffin splits. I was stoked. So over a few of those I did the dishes, answered a support call for work and read my insurance letter. Fear injected itself into my bloodstream and excitement mingled with it. They are rejecting my claim. I am running out of money and have no form of income. Rather than freaking out I feel myself rising to the occassion as I used to when exams came round and I aced them. I work best under pressure. But now I have all the motivation in the world to achieve and I intend at least to try.

Fuck did I mention how cold it is in the mornings now? The shower was only semi warm. Dan must have had a real long one this morning which means he was probably pretty hung over. I am Tyler Durdin... ;)