This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"Oh, 'it's *definitely* p-h-a-r-o-a-h' is it?\" Bah! Slightly hungover. Second in the pub quiz yet again. Feeling slightly better, alcohol aside. Recently spoke to dad for the first time in an age. Little sister's got a scholarship to uni in Leicester. Hard working little bugger's making my brother and I look bad. She's off to Uganda, soon. For a moment I wasn't sure that I was talking to my dad. I don't know if he's changed or if I've just been away for too long, but I don't remember him ever sounding quite so... scouse. He was all excited about a trip to Scotland and the northeast, on which he saw four hundred thousand puffins and learned a lot about W.G.Armstrong, all of which he recounted in a near hour long internet phonecall. That's okay, I don't like talking on the phone. Lazy man's visit and miser's letter. Last night I called a possum and it came. Soon lost interest when I revealed that I had no food for it, but it was nice for a moment. Baron Samadhi's burlesque bonanza, tomorrow. Must get a six pack in before hand. Can't afford to get drunk at the Espy, anymore. My hand's cracking in the cooler weather. It's surprisingly sore. Fin. 5:23 p.m. - 2008-05-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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