I do not feel hungry at all. Just want more and more Red Bull; there is an excitement in me. 5 hours then out of here. No point going up to Cine Paris if I cannot enjoy anything afterwards; so yes just stay around Orient Express and Le Coin. Christ with all that beer inside me even before I get on the Berlin train, I am going to be wrecked by the time I get to Berlin. Like my last visit, the first night of arrival will surely be a write off, in reality. 3am Christ this night cannot go fast enough.
Autismus, Lotta, The Cold Icy Air of the Mountains and Casanova already published, and To Confound and The Double Life soon to join them. The ever more lethal world we live in makes the seeking out of pleasure ever more urgent. 121am now. Just 6 hours and I am out of here on bus to St Pancras, on train 855am, at Gare du Midi 1209, then my Berlin train leaves 245pm. Time I have deposited my new huge bag in a locker, had some drinks in Orient Express that will be 1pm surely. Hardly worth going up to Cine Paris in that time, and yet there is too much time to kill if I do not. I cannot stay in Le Coin that long I think. But oh I suppose I could START my walk up to Cine Paris from there. Should be VERY rainy, even thunderstormy when I arrive, that might encourage me to take the long walk. Or just enjoy several beers in Le Coin then stroll back. Stupid to be stuck SO far away from Midi HAVING to take that massive long walk back to get my train. Yes, save Cine Paris for Thursday. Just Orient Express and Le Coin to pass the 2 hours around Midi. Then hopefully a nice quiet seat on the train to Koln and thence from Koln to Berlin so I can even doze off.
How I have come on since June last year. The ———- gone, and not only that but now I have —————————-. What a belated discovery in my life! I have lost 2 stone since last June. I am earning about £-000 a year more than I did then. The pox is in abeyance for more than a month now. I have the regular supply of —— which thrills me so much. Everything finally is ready for the next great step forward, but we will see if it happens. Everything feels like it has been in retrograde this year up till now. When will the handbrakes finally be taken off and everything surge forward again?
Will I ever write that Willing Cheeks of Fu Manchu? My Dracula.
At ——- on way to work girl in skin-tight high-waisted white trousers almost see through over that gorgeous arse in their tightness; Peruvian looking or a bit Filipino perhaps. That arse though. That is why I travel. And then at Boots a glimpse of Irini, more voluptuous and blooming than even I remembered. Would have been me next to be served if bitch in front of me hadn’t taken so long collecting her paid for items from counter, knocking them over THREE times in her nervousness to pick them up, that I ended up having to go to sales girl at far end and so missed my chance with Irini. I will be back for her though. Just typing these words my forehead breaks out in a bizarre and sudden sweat. My whole face feels like it is overheating. Too much Red Bull?
I have been awake since 1pm Sunday; it hardly bears thinking about that when I leave work I have to start my 13 HOUR journey to Berlin—still without any sleep. What will I find when I get there. Any chance to rediscover the old pleasures? After all I have found them in last 2 years in Brussels and Vienna. There should be plenty of rain about at least, though most of it Monday when I am stuck in trains.