This, too

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This place is falling down

Ages ago, I wrote, "I'm back, and mostly I've been tired. It is not easy to sleep on a fold-out bed that frequently collapses at the head, in the flightpath of the world's busiest airport, while black cats leap through the pitch black to sleep on top of you."
Then I wrote, "Oh, gosh, beer. There's beer on telly. I want some beer! I've had less than twelve pints in two months, now."
By, "wrote" I mean, "typed". The End.

I have a virus, I think, that my brother brought back from Turkey. Whatever, is causing me to blow my nose and cough a lot. Was supposed to be going to some manner of party for the benefit of some flat, but I don't think sickness is a valid housewarming gift.

Now I'm thinking about how far out of date I am with diary-reading, and wondering whether or not I should read old news, anyway. Maybe, it's not like I'm doing anything else, eh.

Okay, well, fuck this, I'm back-ish, and maybe I'll rant at you, later.

4:17 a.m. - 2005-09-04

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