This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Awake far too late, again. I keep falling into watching the cricket, even though they only show Australia's games, and I fucking... well, I really wish they'd lose once in a while, and maybe shut up a bit, too. I can't believe that they don't show such encounters as Sri Lanka vs. England, or Ireland vs. Bangladesh on terrestrial television, here, when the only thing they have as an alternative is that fucking quiz-call whatsit. Really, I want to be asleep right now, but it's not happening. This can't be healthy. Fall asleep, damn it! That attitude won't help. I may not be drinking enough tea. Today, yesterday, I don't know, my brother and I were sitting outside at the Vineyard, trying really hard to agree on what beer should constitute the next round (get a fucking tap, people!), and it was newly dark and especially quiet. He would periodically note the continued absence of that girl he might like, or something. Once more, I don't know, maybe I was, as he puts it, Tashwatching, without realising it, again, because she really is terribly pretty. Guywhostolemynameandloveshisjobwaytoofuckinmuch was skipping about, saying things in German (I got, "How long?" and, "Work!"), but otherwise there was near silence. And then somebody at the far end of the outsidey bit decided that it might be the time for an all mighty, "IHOPEYOUFUCKINGDIE!". The source stormed out and cautioned my brother against the torrid trapwaters of marriage, and apologised to me, presumably for the outburst, explaining that he'd walked in on her with two of his mates. Guywhostolemynameandloveshisjobwaytoofuckinmuch skipped by with their bill. I have decided to promote the raven to the position of Chiv's Second Favourite Kind of Bird, Not For Eating. Didn't expect me to say that, did you? Staying up late leads me to read things about ravens, and how dastardly they are. I especially like that 1) they can experience boredom, 2) they can perceive boredom in others of their kind, and 3) they can feign boredom, and do so in attempting to convince peers that they have no interest in that bit of food that's being hidden over there. Also the wildboar toboggan thing. I really need to realise that I haven't all that much time left in this country, so ought to start trying harder in the making-friends department. I just hate to bother people. 4:42 a.m. - 2007-04-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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