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Oh, and I've been throwing-up and not sleeping.

I left, I came back, and realised I was still here, and nothing really happened.
I may try to do things like... re-link my guestbook and sitemeter jobbies. I feel that I perhaps ought to leave, but screw it, I shall just have to stop caring about presentation, baggage, and the likelihood of unwanted discovery.

Since this was going to be a first entry, even if it has become a some-hundreth update instead, let's learn about me.
This morning, not half an hour ago [at time of typing], me stepped out of the Post Office and, with a pat of coat pockets, said (then thought), "Shit! (where's the CD?)"
You figure it out.
Minutes earlier, after admitting to not really knowing what I was doing, stumbling over my words a couple of times, and worrying about whether the old chap on the other side of the glass had heard me, I clarified, "That's antipodean, not Hungary-adjacent (ah, that'll confuse him, I ought to have said, 'German-adjacent' then he'd have understood me for sure)."

Blah (I suppose that had to turn-up somewhere in this post, eh?).

To-day I passed-by a pink balloon shaped like a bunny and tied to a binbag that was left-out for collection. I wanted to take it [the balloon] home with me, but it was tied on like a bastard and I hadn't a knife with me (I know, daring to brave the suburban streets of West Lancashire entirely unarmed!). It reminded me of this hoppy little rat.
Then I walked by a parked van with a registration plate that read, "COCK" and I thought, ah, what things my camera has missed since I completely forgot that I owned it!

Apples, nice ones; peanuts, slightly roasted ones in shellses. Got both. Good, hey?

"I don't know what else to say, just listen to me for one second."
What? That's not a good way to get people to keep listening, is it?
Still, as luck would have it, this is Home and Away, and Tash looks like pretty, so we're going to pay attention, anyway. She says... some boring crap. ...Awww, that was great.

I'm unwell and in want of ginger beer.

5:09 a.m. - 2005-09-27

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