This, too
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I beat my Minesweeper record while drawing little pictures on the grid. I am not good at this game.
I am not making any progress on ordering my thoughts, and I am inclined to blame mother pissing nature. What with her warm weather and bright light and loud birds. These damn birds, They're twittering away before half three in the morning. Shut the fuck up! It's really grating on me, now. I can put double glazing between they and I, but, first of all that doesn't fucking work, and second, it makes the place really bloody warm, which just makes me angrier.
Sigh.
I don't know if I really want to admit this, but I got drunk and started listening to Travis. The first album. It was a lot better than the sleep-inducing stuff that made it really big. By better, I suppose I may mean bouncier and cheesier rather than really good. Still, it seems like I really shouldn't like it, but I love it...
I can't believe I did that. I think I was lying, too. I'm bored of it, already.
Zimbabwe's going a bit Cambodian, I see. This is... becoming really messed up. Forced ruralisation is, I think, about the final stop before Killing Fields, which, as stops go, really fucking sucks. I suppose that maybe I have more to say, but I'm just going to trail off with my will to live.
I think that Lucy maybe just left Family Affairs. I do not approve.
This angry thing is not so nice. I want to kill small birds. If my brother doesn't stop coughing, Imma hit him, too. Something else was irritating me, but I forget what that was, which is nice. Still, I maintain that there's no escape. Birds and too darn warm and being-awake are all over the fecking place.
Oh, great, now I'm addicted to Minesweeper, again.
You are Fiver!
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Shudder.
5:28 a.m. - 2005-06-06
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