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(Also, I'm weeks behind on your diaries: have I missed owt important?)

"You don't look very English in that grey top. You almost look like you're from Portland, Oregon or something."

I'm still not sure what to make of that, but it's here as one of the more unusual things recently said to me.

I had a dream in which I was... well, the core of it is that I was sitting on some swings in the middle of Mana Pools National Park (that's in Zimbabwe, 'kay, but I suspect not reaaaally the kind of park that is called such because of its play equipment), and also in the middle of the night, talking to some... reporter... woman. I'm not sure. But then came the lions. Interestingly enough, I wasn't much dream-shitting myself. because, apparently, I was more worried about packs of wild dogs. Seems, if lost in Sub-Saharan Africa, that I would be more afraid of being eaten by wild dogs than by lions... even if there's lions on my swing set.

I suppose that -if it's not from the horrible noises that wild dogs make, and the fact that I've experienced being chased by dogs but never really...cats- it may be due to the possibility of street cred in any afterlife there almost certainly isn't. Folk would, I assume, be unable to resist asking, "What are you in for?" you know, "Overdose." "Of?" "Mind your own." "Me, I tripped over putting my socks on and broke my neck." "Cancer of the religious-experiences sector of the brain." "You? You look proper fucked up." "Yeah, but you should see the other guy..." "He up here, too?" "Nah. He's a fucking lion." "Cool."

Probably.

Where was I? Zimbabwe. Right, talking about why it's okay to get killed by lions. I don't even know if there are lions (or wild dogs) in Mana Pools. I'm pretty sure there's elephants, but they have absolutely fuck all to do with this.

That said, this is exactly not at all important, so let's just say there was elephants. Was elephants? Whatever.

I had a dream about elephants, the end.

Lately, I have been eating a lot of these. I don't even like dark chocolate. Previously I would doubt the honesty and intelligence of people who claim to be unable to prevent their constant snacking on a certain food item, as I never have trouble... not picking stuff up and eating it. But, with these little fuckers, it's not working. Bahlsen!

1:25 a.m. - 2005-12-12

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