I am back in waipuk. I don't exactly have alot of spare time at the flat (most of it is spent gazing out the window and playing freecell) but while im back I intend to chain myself to the computer. With the chains immoveable.
In half an hour, however, I have to get the last of my Meningitusus injections. And then I will be INVINCIBLE! Thats right! I will be able to go out and lick any surface I like without fear! I will drink saliva for breakfast! Or then again, I might just stick with toast. Less gooey.
Anyone who reads this think on a regular basis/at all will be excited/commiting suicide when you hear that i want to write stuff for money. especially for the $5000 prize that the Sunday Star is giving away for short stories! I like money, so I's gonna write good big yes.
Why the hell does this damn iTunes program insist on merging the start and end of all my songs? I like my music to have clear cut endings. It's like catharsis for the ears. And it doesn't make everything sound like the auditory equivilent of my patented 'rice and gravy gloop' meal that I have been living off for the last week. If you put it on toast and close your eyes, it almost feels like meat.
Off to fester in my own filth.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Friday, August 05, 2005
Got any Retalin?
Damn fridays and my two hour 9am tutorial for bastard Classical theatre where there are the scary theatre people! People who work in theatre need shirts that say 'I AM A CRAZY BASTARD' so that the rest of us hungover people may avoid them and spend our mornings in peace.
A week has past, and I went to the doctor. Apparently I am quite healthy if you take away the 50% chance of death by heart attack. Have to go and have a blood test on monday morning, so that means no eating for 15 hours before hand. Well, I'm outta food anyway. But since this is a new doctors surgery they will proably insist on trying to find blood in my right arm... oh fuck, I forgotten which arm they can get blood out of. They will be poking around in my arm for months if they get the wrong one. And I am not a fan of needles.
Got locked out of my bedroom last night by a sleepwalking roomate. Had to spend night on couch.
There needs to be more slaughter of the innocent. Especially the bastard theatre innocent.
A week has past, and I went to the doctor. Apparently I am quite healthy if you take away the 50% chance of death by heart attack. Have to go and have a blood test on monday morning, so that means no eating for 15 hours before hand. Well, I'm outta food anyway. But since this is a new doctors surgery they will proably insist on trying to find blood in my right arm... oh fuck, I forgotten which arm they can get blood out of. They will be poking around in my arm for months if they get the wrong one. And I am not a fan of needles.
Got locked out of my bedroom last night by a sleepwalking roomate. Had to spend night on couch.
There needs to be more slaughter of the innocent. Especially the bastard theatre innocent.
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