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Today, I received a postcard from Hawaii
Exhibit A, a postcard from Hawaii.
"I can't quite figure-out if she's afraid of or in awe of the ship" it reads.
Anyway, that's the highlight of my typically sad day. Previous to that I was doing little beyond thinking that I must be consuming an awful lot of saturated fat; whatever that is, exactly; and salt, and considering the likely fact that my only exercise would be a casual walk over perhaps three miles. Ach. I'm so sick of eating. Come on, I've done it probably tens of thousands of times, now, isn't that enough? I've likely chewed into seven figures. I have things to do, places to go, well, fine, postcards to read, anyway. And I might try to sleep, in a bit. Busy, busy!
I also came into posession of a black shirt and some more boxer shorts. That's the nearest thing to a supporting highlight in the day. Bleh. Clothing is almost as boring as eating, goddamnit.
Also, I tampered too much with the only computer game that I still play, and kinda slightly made it not work, so that's the end of that, since I really can't be arsed even trying to fix it.
Ah, well, nothing else planned between now and around this time next week (when, I think, I'll be heading Londonlyish). Except that maybe I should set the cat on the biggest spider I've ever seen outside of a glass case.
Does Tony Robinson ever sleep? The man's on three channels, at the moment, and on two of them he's engaged in a multi-week enterprise in the field. Aw. He's good, hey?
Probably hiding a dark secret, mind. The bastard.
2:23 a.m. - 2006-08-17
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