This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'd rather be sleeping. Approaching half five in the morning, I don't want to be awake. A small family gathering ended six hours ago, having consisted of local ales and, for my part, a plate full of cod, chips, and mushy peas (I do not think I'll be able to have cod and chips quite so often, from now on, such is life in leaving.). I came home and went to bed shortly after one, and woke at just past three. I've been lying around for more than two hours, not sleeping. About twenty hours ago I was disputing someone else's identity with them over the phone, rubbing my eyes and trying to get out of bed. "Hi, it's Alex..." "What? No you're n..." because, hey, Alex doesn't have an English accent, fool. As it turns out, the person who's planning to jab me with a needle four hours from now also goes by that name. I'm trying to figure-out if that means she's the oddly pretty nurse-type-thingi I once mentioned. "We'll have to treat it as unknown, and give you the more painful jab, then." "Goody." Oh, come on, Thursday night is the last one I'll sleep until Sunday, assuming I'm not kept awake by saying, "Oh shit, I'm in Australia?" too often. I really need another hour or two, now. People are fussing a bit too much, and laughing at me because I'm perfectly happy to use a carrier bag, or my pockets, where they seem to think that I ought to buy -or even let them buy on my behalf!- a washbag and a somethingbag and someotherkindofbag. I half expect that, despite waving away such insistances and being oddly ribbed for not really caring about stuff or being sufficiently well prepared, I'll get the opposite when I turn up with crazy luxuries like spare socks and a toothbrush. I don't know why I should think that. Possibly just to do myself harm by thinking instead of sleeping. Two hours is not enough for five days, damn it, brain, do you want to bleed? Someone gave me a big pile of sweets. Sweets such as I ate when I was in primary school, ruining my new teeth; and when Amy sent me a similar bundle, possibly for Christmas. Why do I have so much sugar? If I eat this, I'll die by the time I get to Hong Kong. Hey, Australia, you want some wine gums? Oh. All of these blank CDs are scratched. I give up. 5:17 a.m. - 2006-10-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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