Sundy morning coming down

If you can hear your own laughter you're laughing too loud and probably drunk

When will I be able to open this left very watery eye, what can be happening with my coffee order, there's plenty of staff and only my clientele, why should it take so long? Oh god have I disgraced myself again? Did Anne poke her finger in this eye as I slept as punishment for my loud spoil of her and Dot's night out? Something about the way she flicked my scarf around my shoulders this morning intimated dispatch.

"Oh thanks", my coffee at last. Ahh! God, I'm still drunk and should expect the most outrageous hangover. It would be nice to think that wake up would be worst and a general return to health would follow but alas I think I think a great deal more down proceeds up. Oh well off to the station.

Why is it so bright? I'd kill for a hat or sunglasses and that wouldn't rate as paltry among the excuses for murder here. This is after all Kings Cross and must be the murder capital of Australia. I've never heard of death by brightness but I could be approaching it.

You'd think by this time I'd know better - but what qualifies you to think?

Sobriety would be a start. Still can't open this wretched eye and some here on this platform look as bright eyed and optimistic as a university recruitment program.

Ahh! Central, have to change. Please god, make it simple. Yes I know I don't believe in god but if he (must be a 'he' but if not will magnanimously understand my confusion with gender) were here now to grant this wish I would say any number of Our Fathers.

No, there is no god. The City Rail girl ignores my one eyed request for 'inner west line' and asks what station? Stanmore? Platform eight she says, that way and down and around she gestures. Had my brain been functioning, as a nonexistent god wanted, I would have realized that these low numbers were for country excursions Stanhope perhaps, or Braidmore, all the same this Pakistani lass, but no I went on her goose chase, probably benefiting from the exercise but not enjoying it one bit.

The one light spot in this travail came now in the form of the excellent public lavatories in the concourse of what I call Central's Central. You know the ones with the jet powered hand dryers that even I like to play with. The Fountain's coffee had by now done its job and I did mine. I studied my eyes in the mirror here to see what might be keeping the left shut but with only one eye to examine it and that through scratched glasses, I derived little satisfaction.

Back on line to Stanmore I reflected once more on the sunlight this day just as perhaps it reflected on me. It seemed that yesterdays winds had swept all natural impediments to its blaze away, leaving pure light and rapidly increasing heat in its wake. By early afternoon I was once more enabled of full sight that along with food and beer enabled me to fully recognize the transgressions of last night, the shame for which I still bear remnant scrapes and rashes.