Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Bugger!
Bugger, bugger, bugger bugger and bugger.
Thanks to a moment's stupidity, I am bookless. Well that's not the problem per se, it's more the fact that I was half way through Johnny and the Bomb, and now I am not. I guess I have to move on to the sequel, without finding out how the last book ended (aaargh!)
Think. think.
Drat it, I either left it in a friend's mum's car (unforseen car-ride buggerit) (high probability) or... in a plastic bag (moderate probability) or in a restaurant (low probability) or... or... thinks. Okay I've narrowed it down to three possibilities.
Sod it, too much effort.
Guess I'll just have to get my hands on another copy.
******
Age is definitely catching up on me. I really hurt today! This is a first for me, usually it's just a few twinges.
Interestingly, the women I've met so far have
1) brutally ignored my flagrant pleas for sympathy
2) called me a wimp
while the two taxi drivers I encountered today variously recommended traditional african chiropractic - On, man.... and suggested I attend a hospital, without so much as a grunt from me. (think taking 5 min to get in and out of the cabs clued them in)
yep, we're clearly not in the twentieth century anymore.
*****
In other news, I'm glad a friend's scope thingie turned out clear. (as expected.) Repercussions would have been... nasty.
*****
In yet other news, I survived Oct 19th. Yet another one. Another chalkmark on the wall of life, another statistic as time goes by, another moment to forget, till the next chalkmark arrives, frighteningly quickly. And then the next, and the next.
We are none of us eternal... but I feel. Old.
Thanks to a moment's stupidity, I am bookless. Well that's not the problem per se, it's more the fact that I was half way through Johnny and the Bomb, and now I am not. I guess I have to move on to the sequel, without finding out how the last book ended (aaargh!)
Think. think.
Drat it, I either left it in a friend's mum's car (unforseen car-ride buggerit) (high probability) or... in a plastic bag (moderate probability) or in a restaurant (low probability) or... or... thinks. Okay I've narrowed it down to three possibilities.
Sod it, too much effort.
Guess I'll just have to get my hands on another copy.
******
Age is definitely catching up on me. I really hurt today! This is a first for me, usually it's just a few twinges.
Interestingly, the women I've met so far have
1) brutally ignored my flagrant pleas for sympathy
2) called me a wimp
while the two taxi drivers I encountered today variously recommended traditional african chiropractic - On, man.... and suggested I attend a hospital, without so much as a grunt from me. (think taking 5 min to get in and out of the cabs clued them in)
yep, we're clearly not in the twentieth century anymore.
*****
In other news, I'm glad a friend's scope thingie turned out clear. (as expected.) Repercussions would have been... nasty.
*****
In yet other news, I survived Oct 19th. Yet another one. Another chalkmark on the wall of life, another statistic as time goes by, another moment to forget, till the next chalkmark arrives, frighteningly quickly. And then the next, and the next.
We are none of us eternal... but I feel. Old.
