This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why do I always feel so rushed? Perhaps fear of sunrise. Not feeling good, recently. I was in a good mood, not so long ago, and I don't know what ruined it, but it seems to be self-perpetuating and nothing works while it's on. I had just a couple of things to say. I have forgotten all of them. Instead I'll mention that the cover won't stay on my needlessly thick mattress, and keeps pinging off and scaring the piss out of me in the middle of the night. So that's nice. I don't remember the last time that I had ice cream. I'm not having any, now, the thought just occurred to me. Mostly I've been eating apples. These ones are from America. Seems a long way to send an apple for a moment's eating. Seems like the sort of thing that does more for the fuel economy than anything else. Everyone is in or going to be in southern Africa, and I'm thinking about going to the off licence. I feel like I'm missing out. Look, another postcard. To me, those always just feel like showing off. "Ohh, sorry, I see....You're right because there's more of you, here. It's just like that time in the 1930s when I walked in on a rally at Nuremberg. Until then I thought that Germany was big enough already! Man, was I wrong!" Heh. Today I was described as the antithesis to all of someone else's beliefs, and it's cool because he's been getting progressively more and more wound-up while I try to decide whether I've drunk enough tea, today. So I walk around, more. Somebody said something clever. I forgot it. I wanted to say something clever. This lemonade is destroying my teeth, I have to go, now. 5:32 a.m. - 2005-02-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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