This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"Alcohol and nightswimming: It's a winning combination!\" Hello, anotherland. I am in Ireland. Everyone is drunk, and so am I, and they all have the accent. I'm not in Ireland, I'm just saying... Three weeks, I think it has been, since I last went through a day without getting drunk. Today I planned to drink no alcohol at all, for tomorrow I have orientation before taking-on some shifts at my hotel-home, but a small South African man has interceeded with the words, "twelve dollar" and, "bar meals", and so I imagine that I'll have a pint with that. Yesterday I met the hotel guest whose name everyone knows, the one who nobody has ever seen. He gave me some weed. I smoked some of it. I lost some of his weed. I wandered around some surprisingly dark alleyways in the otherwise Blackpoolian bright capital of Victoria. I implied that the bar girl downstairs was on the job. She implied t hat the price was a pint. I must have injured myself, because I keep finding blood by my knee, by my shoulder, when I wake in the mornings. Not much, though, and I've yet to be bitten by any spiders. The day before last I drank the most I've drunk without being sick, at least since I were nineteen. "We need another crate." And then I jumped off a jetty and hoped that I knew how to swim. What do you know? I just about can. At least, when drunk. Then the sun came up and there were kiwis everywhere, and we kicked around a deflated football. They travel in bands. I spend less time alone than I did at home, but it is harder to do. I have not felt as if I were waiting for anything, or like something was coming. I don't mind being alone, then. But things are changing in bits of my head, and maybe for the better. Even though I often visit this internet cafe, it's hard to do some of the things I'd like, that I used to do, on-line. Some afternoons I miss being impressed but not surprised by Delighted's latest diary entry, and I wonder how Ger's doing, and I think that it's a while since Amy called me a wanker. I haven't had a pointless if nerdy conversation with Maegan for more than a month, and I could use a friend like Kimberly around here. I think that I talk less to Alex now that I'm here than when I was there. Ha. And and and... I like that this place was founded by Batman. 3:20 p.m. - 2006-12-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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