Fucking bloc party! Recording your album so much louder than standard is just rude. Ive a good mind to sue you for hearing damage.
Todays poo index: appearance many nuggets in a thin soup. Frequency 4 so far since 12.30pm. time between waking and first disposal.. 20minutes.
So, last nights time of sweet sweet oblivion was greatly interrupted, the light and the heat bringing me back to reality over and over. I am angry at having the best part of the day peppered with so many moments of hideous awareness, but still nothing can beet that feeling of being conscious and knowing all you have to do is lay back down and drift into wondrous nothingness for a few more hours.
Wednesdays are perhaps my favourite day, largely because they dont start till the afternoon and if I select the correct purchase for breakfast I can spend almost the entire working day eating.
The mechanics of my working day, like those of anyone, are too dull and meaningless (and of course woe) to pass on, but the shining achievement of the past 5 hours was to give a piece of solid advice that will be ignored (but not forgotten, life is too unkind to allow anyone blissful ignorance of their own failings) within hours if not minutes of its being stated. Such is the futility of doing anything. Well, stuff it, let the circle of woe continue, one day well all be so woe well do something about it.. wait.. I wonder if thats what happened to lemmings.
Im currently trying something different. I didnt leave work, go home, de-pant, switch on the tv and start half watching malcolm in the middle repeats while logged in. I bought a bottle of chemicalised water and headed for the park. Im sat amongst trees within view of a river and in that solitude with unlimited possibilities that hippies the century over have seemed so content with,
I itch from top to toe, everything smells faintly of shit and the schoolboy inside me is in fear that bigger boys will throw my laptop in the river. And not one girl in a floaty summery dress has smiled at me. This, people, is why the hippy movement failed. As well as the fact that they didnt eat enough meat, how can anyone have a fulfilled life if they dont cause unthinkable suffering to another living thing on a daily basis? It just makes no sense.
Simpsons is on in 20minutes so Im off home to post this, wash the nature out of my arse crack and email jack white telling him he looks like an otter.
Stay tuned for further self-gratuitous mental vomits.
Stay woe. x
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