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[16 Apr 2008|10:29am] |
Aol is back to being as slow as it usually is. I thought for a moment they might have lost it and started provding a service that is worth paying for, but no.
The effects of a morning after a night of no drinking are quite the contrast to those of a night of drinking. I feel fresh as a daisy. A daisy in a fridge. With a bag of peas on it's head. Though my style is still quite laconic, I assure you i'm full of beans.
Let's see if I can manage it again today. Today is midweek after all, which means there's going to be no sign of Rebecca (My interest is rapidly diminishing anyway), and I don't feel like going out anyway. After i'm done with work, i'll be cooking a chicken puff pie.
You see, Wednesday is my cooking day. Do you see? I can cook. I cook from a book. I don't cook with no crook, I cook it from a book. Now piss off.
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[16 Apr 2008|09:25pm] |
It's no good. I'm going to have to get out of here. Celtic V Rangers can only provide so much excitement. In synopsis, today has been bright with an understated breeze. Rather like a ballerina's fist punching through a membrane.
I think i'm in one of those atrophy phases. Absolutely no feeling whatsoever permeates my head, other than a slight irritation, brought to the fore by small and silly things. Such as, my fucking chicken pie, where the sauce didn't go properly thick.
That kind of thing. My life is currently lacking any kind of wonder, or stimuli. Perhaps that will change soon, but i'm just too impatient. I dread the next few weeks, until my holiday. I just want to feel happy about something. And I don't, really.
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