This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - My neck aches, for some reason, and I seem to have forgotten how to sit-up straight. How are you? I'm not sure what to do, tonight. A lot of people are still, well, gone. I still need to find more good people. There's lots about, I think. I seem to be strangely edgey about typing things and visiting sites and reading things with Internetgirl around, which is, uh, well, strange, I suppose. I have to stop giving away ale. I can't afford it. Why must I be so darn nice just because some people aren't complete dicks? Bastards. I miss some people a little bit, but I wouldn't say that I'm remotely homesick. From time to time I wish for a proper pub like back home, where I could go and sit alone and read or write without feeling conspicuous. The other day I started getting a lot of looks from people in passing, and an unsettling degree of eye contact, which I've not really noticed ever before. I would like to think that I just had some sort of good-looking-day or something, because it was mostly girls (and the one camp couple who used the word cute a few too many times during said eye contact) but I fear that probably I was just looking sun sick and/or had been too drunk to remember to put on pants or something. That almost happened, a few days ago. Oh, I have to go or I'll be paying for another hour on-line, and I don't especially like that idea. I don't know what I'm going to do for the rest of the day. Send friends. Cheers. 4:11 p.m. - 2007-01-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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