Sarah woke up shivering and realised she'd failed to make it into the bedroom again. Her phone was on the coffee table and it showed no incoming calls. Not that she was expecting any, Ruby never responded to her angry calls.
"I'm not feeding anger and paranoia." Ruby had once told her.
The cheap Pinot Grigio bottle had only about an inch of wine at the bottom, no wonder she felt so rough. Cheap wine and her medication, she might have a really bad day and be vomiting blood by lunchtime. She got herself upright on the sofa and the curtains let enough light in for her to see the clock, it was 9:30am. Oh well, no job, meant no boss to scream at her for being late.
Sarah opened the curtains and looked down into the grassy square below her flat. Just one old man walking his dog, who she recognised as Walter from number 78. The social housing flat was small but quite nice; she'd only been given it because of her 'problems.'
"Another fucking day in paradise." She muttered.
Her phone made the cheerful sound that indicated a text message. Sarah picked it up quickly, hoping it might be from Ruby. It was from Dean, reminding her that he wanted his Muse CDs back. Bloody Dean! She was going to give up on love and just have sex in future.
"Arsehole !" She shouted at the phone.
Sex was good. It not only gave her pleasure, but she felt better after it. The catharsis that went with feeling better than after a five mile run. Love was the problem. Love was just badness with no mitigating features. Love was just a way of bonding people together to look after children. It was just the way that whatever God that was up there, manipulated people into thinking a mortgage and two point four children was a good idea. Love was just programming from above.
"I'm going to break the programming !"
In future she was going to have lots of sex with lots of men and never fall in love. Use em and dump em was going to be her modus operandi from now on. Sarah had tried that idea before, but she always, always ended up falling desperately in love. One of her college lecturers had once said;
"Sarah, you have an IQ off the scale and you can sort out anyone's problems. Anyone's problems but your own."
Of course she'd had sex with him and briefly moved into his grubby flat in Hoxton. He'd been right about her, just a pity he'd become just another ex-lover she still loathed. The only good thing to come out of her college life was Ruby and she'd met her by accident.
