Well, I did write this huge rampaging random entry (I have drunk a bottle of wine), but it went missing, to which I saw damn, as I wrote these pages, and all that sale in her.
Anyway, the jist was that Merry Christmas is the correct phrase, and that I love you all very much. I hope you have a good Christmastime as I do, and that all the rubbish goes away, if just for one day.
drunk. Yes, hello. My dad asked me what I had drunk on the way home from the Christmas party. I can’t remember quantities, but I think today I have had – 2 glasses of nice wine, 1 glass of nasty wine, 4 pints of Strongbow and 3 shots of Sambuca, which tasted not unlike licorice, but when down quite easily. Still think I prefer Southern Comfort though, even if I haven’t drunk it for years. Blah.
I am also listening to the Tertiary Phase of the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. This is all slightly random I know. I’ve drunk some water.
Hangovers are an interesting thing. When you’re on a night out, you can sometimes feel yourself sobering up, and thus get another drink. Sometimes. Anyway. You don’t get the hangover affects in this instance. If I were to stay up, would I have a hangover? I could find out if I were bothered to stay up.
However, I did have an excellent time this evening, and learnt about some interesting rumours. Anyway, I think I better go as I can’t concentrate on the screen anymore. Damn.
Off sick today due to a particularly bad throat. Got a couple of work related things done at home, but have been mainly recuperating.
Also installed Firefox today, and after all the talk of standards, I was fairly shocked to see that Firefox’s own start page does not have a DTD contained in it. In fact, looking at the code, quite a lot of it doesn’t meet standards. The mind boggles…
It has been said that a mind is a terrible thing to waste. Someone even said that a mime is a terrible thing to waste.
Sounds like the sort of thing I’d say
But, I was thinking, is turning the mind off a waste, even if it’s just for a short while? Mine has a terrible habit of being restless, leaping from point to point until you end up somewhere miles from where you start. The place is strange, makes no sense yet you can’t see where you jumped from and how to get back out of where you’ve got to. You know it’s a stupid place to be, and you hate what it represents.
It’s like a daydream, smatterings of familiar things, things that you recognise yet everything is wrong because you know that it can’t be true, yet somehow you ended up there. There must be a connection somehow, yet you know it’s wrong.
Damn mind. Quiet down you.
I’ve finally got some of my photos from India on wth:photos! They aren’t all there yet, but the first few days are there for you all to see. Sorry it’s taken so long, but now I’ve got snazzy sub-categories for some nice organisation. All kinds of other geekiness too, with on-the-fly thumbnail generation, random selection of thumbnail for categories. Ok, it’s all geeky crap, but I’m proud. Anyway, to go direct to India (unlike I did), go here. Enjoy!
Well, as I expect I’m in work before either Sarah or Chris are out of bed (damn students) I may as well get in with the first hit of the day and let you know that I, in the end, owned them at Quasar. A lot of fun was had over all though messing around with arcade machines and pool. Chris is scarily good at Dancing Stage – I had to wonder what he does in his spare time, or if in fact he has an actual arcade machine hidden somewhere.
Anyway, it was an excellent evening’s entertainment, topped off with watching Enter The Dragon on five.
Gah, my mind is racing this morning. I’ve got so much to say, with no idea of how to say it. You’d think with English as my first language I’d be able to form some coherent words, phrases, sentences together, but apparently even this simple task elludes me.
What does it mean when someone takes offence to you being you? I wish I knew how to show how I feel without pissing everyone off. Someone should really take the whirlpool out, turn it off and write down what they see when it all finally settles. I can’t see it. I feel bad for being me, angry that people don’t like me being me, even it is a bad thing. I know I possess bad traits, and good ones. Where is the balance in them, am I more good than bad? Hmph.
Oh well, back to work.