This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh, but I'm desperately over tired again, now, of course! I can't update in the heat. It has lessened, slightly, though I'm still no more comfortable than coherent, but it will be bad again by the start of next week. I do not know how I am going to cope with two summers in a row, one too hot and the next hotter. "Some entry level office job. Maybe for the BBC: they are well known for hiring lazy people." Today, quite unusually, I have not been oppressively sleepy. Oh, I've not got anything done as a result, mind. Last night, I slept for long enough, it would seem, and then was woken by a phonecall before I slipped over into another of those failure-to-see-sunlight events. Or else saying, "Huh, what?" and suchness in reply to unexpected mid-morning Australianisms is in itself some sort of tonic for the poor sleeper. Yeah, I'm getting better on the phone. "I... what?" What has happened, of late? Some furniture and fencing has been carried, some financial crises have been uncovered, some art has been looked-at. Much of mother's gossip has been entertained, and, later, entertained again, because mother is slipping into senility and doesn't remember things, even a few seconds after the fact. On that note, it has been reported that my first primary school teacher isn't even dead, yet, which is a fair surprise, and that she asks after me. I was, reportedly, a one. It is strange to hear that she still remembers me. Mum has long credited this lady with ruining me for school. I disliked school, seemingly more than the normal amount, and during the first two years, during which I was taught by Mrs.C, it seems that I changed for the worse. Maybe everyone does. But I changed a lot, and it wasn't good. I was the infamous Blue Balaclava, and then I wasn't, anymore. Now, so a second-hand assesment has it, Mrs.C feels some half-covered guilt, or at least regret, over how she handled that child. And, now, will probably remember me until she dies. Maybe that means I'll not get around to forgetting her, either. I'd almost done so, before this week. I have to stop getting drunk and making ohsowittyreplies to things that Richard E.Grant says in various films that have no point. Because, if I don't... I dunno, probably more people will dislike me or something. Actually, I don't really feel much inclined to get drunk, when it's this hot. I don't quite understand it. I know that drinking alcohol in such heat would be a bad idea, and the next day would make me want to die, but, let's be honest, that's not why I'm doing it less. The money thing is likewise a good reason, but not the one. I just don't wanna. [swigs] Not sure what to tell you. Today, Preston made the national news. And all we had to do is get a few dozen people arrested and stab somebody to death. 2:22 a.m. - 2006-07-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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