Wa

I'm alone again. Well, apart from my own brilliant mind, any friends acquaintances or otherwise I might happen to run into daily, my movies my shows, my internet stuff and my internet friends.. and of course, the darling kitty. But Eriks' not here. That's incorrect isn't it? I always remember being told that it's wrong to start a sentence with "but".. or was that because?

Anyway, Erik's gone again, this time to Canada for some family thingy whatsit.. they have those you know, families like his, well anyway it's not as long this time though longer than I thought it would be, at first he said it'd be a few days or at least that's what I thought he said and then he said he couldn't get tickets for the days he wanted so he's going longer and said it would be (or I remember understanding this when he told me anyway) 6 days, or a week, or just under a week.. but then the other night, the night before he left which was yesterday.. that's yesterday morning when he left.. he said he'd be back next Friday which is like 9 days!

Oh and I zoned out the info and thought it'd be next Wednesday so when he suggested having a few drinks after work Tuesday night I thought he wanted to just for something nice to do.. I kind of considered that it might mean that it's this week he's leaving, but I quickly brushed it aside, noting that he hadn't packed or anything...

But it was this Wednesday, yesterday.. and he had to leave very early in the morning so upon coming home from drinks.. a humble affair for obvs reasons he had to do all his packing. So I was alone all yesterday, and am today and will be until next Friday. Except for the kitty, and all the other things I mentioned.

Quite a mouthful.

This is not about anything rude, though perhaps you weren't thinking it was.. it's just me projecting.

Today's word o' the day is, tergiversation, which is what I was referring to when I was talking about a mouthful. Don't you think it's a mouthful? I do. I already said that.

The meaning is "evasion; also, desertion of a cause, party, etc." That clears it up. Wait..

1. The act of practicing evasion or of being deliberately ambiguous.
2. The act of abandoning a party or cause.

ah.. I see.

Like most writers, I have always championed thrift . . . . Not long ago, however, I experienced an extraordinary tergiversation. Now I'm an ally of excess, a proponent of redundancy.
-- Michael Norman, "When an Author's Words Are Sold by the Pound", New York Times, September 15, 1991

kay.

Am I the only one...

who gets drunk, and upon coming home goes immediately to the computer, and accordingly, online, and then, goes to particular sites, blogs, other internet entities which are all pretty much covered under sites, blog or otherwise and leave a bunch of comments?

Well I do that. I mean if I ask am I the only one then obviously I do that.. but..

if anyone was to tell me that they visit my blog and leave comments in that mood, I would be more honoured than if I had the biggest, most visited most commented on blog in the whole 'sphere and had awards and accolades and made money off it... seriously..

well not really. But it would be cool. I'm drunk now actually, bet you couldn't tell.

*burps*

I tried to do stuff today..

Well, I did stuff today, and I'm still doing stuff but..

It's taking so bloody long! In all honesty I have about 1 hour's work to get done in total, but so far it's taken something like... real long. It just takes so bloody long to get anything done on this damn computer that.. fuck. I mean I'm not complaining, except for the complaining bit.. in a way it's a way to make me feel like I'm doing something, as it is taking up some time, and an excuse to not do other things, which isn't exactly a problem for me because 3 days ago, 2 days ago and yesterday I didn't have a problem not doing them and I didn't have this excuse, or any excuse really.

What's my point. There is none. The point is that I'm damn lazy, that's the truth of it, and I've spent a morning taking a long time getting very little done and I'm milking it for all it's worth. Obviously I lead a life of relative leisure that there's nothing too pressing to get me to go out and get this all done, that I have this to go on about at all, so there's that, and there's the fact that moving between 2 computers and pottering around a lot is what I'd be doing anyway, whether I have stuff to wait for the computer to do or not. The point is...

I did stuff today, and I'm still doing stuff! So there!

Go on, caption me

A bit of something

I apologize for yesterday. That was pathetic, even for me.. *slaps self*.

So today I'm going to give.. I'm going all out with presenting something creative.. though I'm going to preemptively ward off/welcome any criticism by saying that this is deliberately bad, because I'm so cool and all that, you see.

Here's some bad poetry, about how I'm feeling today. If it goes well I might make it a regular thing.

My bad poem about how I feel.

Nothing.

It's my companion. It is me.

I sit. I exist. I think. I exist. I think. I sit. Sometimes I stand and even walk. I exist I sit I stand I think.

I exist.

Whatever.

the end.

Remember it's supposed to be bad :)

Do you ever..

..um.

forgot what I was gonna say. Sorry.

Not to be all hemispherist or anything, but..

Happy summer. I don't know if it's supposed to start on the 1st of June or on the 19th or something when the moon is in uranus and the twilight catches the raindrops on the horse or some such nonsense, but where I come from seasons start on the 1st of the calendar month, none of this nature fucking hippy bullshit.. of course I come from the southern hemisphere where it isn't summer today either way, and no easily digested, though unevenly divided units of time, when they start, and what the significance of the one in relation to the change of season is makes no difference no how.

Well.. nice to see I'm back to maing no sense there.. oh wait.. I never stopped doing that did I?

Maybe for about 12 seconds.