Had to take the bus today. I hadn’t realised up until now but Miranda takes it too. She even said hi but I was thinking about what it would be like to be eaten by a whale shark at the time so I had on my face a rotten grimace. Doesn’t matter, she dislikes my kind anyway, if I have a kind. Incidentally I’ve no idea what a whale shark is like or if they can or do actually eat people but they sound both big and scary. Research required.
Have been reading a spot of Camus and his ponderous “The Outsider”. Dreamy, pleasant and unsettling. I’ve been reading bite-sized chunks in the lavatory. This resonated –
She mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason – Albert Camus, the Outsider
A satirical crime-thriller in which a serial killer hunts down and silences the canned laughter fraternity plaguing his favourite TV comedy shows. And his dreams. One troubled detective (world-weary, a bit of a drinker, with belligerent ex-wife), must overcome his own hate for canned laughter to put a can on the increasingly resourceful murderer.
I don’t know how much longer I can live like this, my brain constantly running interference and ruining my life. Zen Master CDs are helping but I just can’t seem to relax. Caffeine and cigarette addiction factor in I suppose, set me on edge, keep me skinny. I just can’t cope with all this thinking.
And then as suddenly as it all began I hear something like this and apathy hits. Then joy. Stupid head of mine…
Bev’s asked me out with her friends tonight. It all seems like a bit of an effort. I’m not really up on my (modern) celeb culture, nor do I follow the charts or the onslaught they call Victronica. Whatever happened to the Amelia Railey peer group? It’d be nice to at least find out where they went. Perhaps a call to Selena is in order. Or perhaps not.
Hell, I’m not that antiquated, this is a bloody good, (fairly) recent song!