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[19 Oct 2006|12:38am] |
Today saw another returner.
I shall call her the Belle of the Bell. Somebody beautiful inside and out. A generous, charming soul whose smiling face and gentle wit endear her to all.
And we welcome her back.
Tonight, Richomoto, Dan and Graham were my company. We re-instigated nine card brag and threw anticipation out about Friday night. There's also some poetry garb going on at the Orange theatre. There's a little possibility I could go along.
Who knows? Couldn't hurt. Maybe.
Goodnight.
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[19 Oct 2006|05:11pm] |
Work. I don't even know where to begin. It was so, so so bad I almost burst into tears. I think it's more due to yet another harsh moodswing but it doesn't fucking help when sixty two OAP's washing up fills my every vision, most of them being after one o clock.
I had to seriously hold it back today, but it still showed. I am in a depression. Sooner it's over, the better.
Football showed some respite, I wasn't going to go but a good workout does the body good, and the mind. I still felt quiet and uncommunicative. I hate the thought of work tonight.
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[19 Oct 2006|06:50pm] |
There is a certain merit to being single, and that is that I can talk to anyone I want, whenever I want, tomorrow night. Whether i've got the balls and energy to do it is another matter. But it'll be the first proper night out boozin' wise in the city for a long time.
In fact, I think it's the first since that geese and duck girl night. Maybe I should try the same lines with a girl who isn't taken. Of course, I didn't know that then and I wasn't trying to flirt with her. I was just talking about ducks, for Christ's sake. If a man can't talk to a woman about fucking ducks, who can he talk to about them, eh?
Looks like six thirty in the Bell tomorrow Bolb, yeah? I'll probably see you then anyway.
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