This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"Well, first off, see this, Bechuanaland?...\" Back at the internet cafe, but, alas, I think that this is the start of Internetgirl's 'weekend' such as it is, so I shall no doubt end up spending more than I'd like. And getting less smiles out of it. On the bright side, I didn't pay for my beer, today, all credit to Cafegirl. Better yet, after believing that my MP3 player was dead in the water (what? I didn't drop anything in the toilet! You shut up!), my computer-stored MP3s 20,000km distant, I now suspect that it's just the earphones, which can be far more easily replaced than the player and twenty-four hours of music. Today I must spend a lot of time and money on the phone to my bank in England, asking them to please unfreeze my account, because, as it turns out, Adelaideguy had my wallet, and has kindly given it the fuck back. Also I need food and something else, which I forget. Damn it. Sydneyguy is back, stoned, drunk, ridiculous, loud, and in my feckin room. Earplugs I do not enjoy. Soon I shall be looking to leave the Gunn. 'tis too much. Otheradelaideguy recently asked me, "Who is this Churchill guy? The German leader?" and later, "Socialism? What does that mean?". A little better, I spent a good part of the other evening explaining to Weirdaccentguy why he might be having trouble understanding the world map in which he was quite engrossed (while drunk). "Yeah, that's Botswana, now. That's not Upper Volta anymore, either. No, that's now Malawi, but this bit of it's Zimbabwe, and there's Zambia. Belarus is about here, but it's not identified as apart from the USSR. Yeah, British Honduras is gone, too. No, Argentina still exists. This isn't part of Indonesia, anymore." And then Sydneyguy tried his own lecture, based around the idea that I'm an idiot for suggesting that the supposedly under-utilised portions of our brain do already serve a purpose, and that they're never going to enable us to act out scenes from Heroes. Also something about witches. I think that Londonguy's gone home, which is a shame, because he wasn't grossly irritating and also rolled inexplicably powerful joints. His dad's dying at the inconsiderate point of half-way through the term of his son's Aussie visa. I have to make this CV suck a bit less, now. Maybe I should go home and sleep before anyone starts snoring, then get up and pester Cafegirl some more. By which I mean swear at her, mostly. Fun. 5:54 p.m. - 2007-02-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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