Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Before I Sputter Out
Forced to go over to work in the monkey farm unit today. depressing as being forced to watch a football match. made me taste the air of years gone by - the whole reason i left Uncle Rupert, over a year ago. But desert islands don't solve a thing. So it's time to listen to Curt, and remember: Life is simple, and because we are idiots, we make it complicated.
Jesus and his lawyer.....are coming back
Dinner yesterday with the IRECA peoples. Strangley enough, they were straight as arrows. At least on the face of it. I really enjoyed it: AP stroking his beard, whilst I tried to convince him to make a violin out of ice - the 15 minute violin - a revolution in string acoustics awaiting it's inventor.
Sunday morning was meetup with RM and his 2 SE Asia travelling buddies. I exceeded even myself with a legendary social faux pas. Whatever you do, don't mention the pies, to the fat chick. I did, but I think I got away with it.
Today: a bottle of wine on my lonesome, and then a heart to heart with RA, who we have concluded is older than me, yet I am older than him. You want, you miss, and you notice what you havent got.
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