This is something..

I suppose.

Yeah, did another one of our episodes.. this one about trains. I don't really like it but I put it up and I'm linking it here anyway. These episode thingies are not going exactly how I envisioned.. this envisioning which began long ago and has finally been done a few times after many false starts.. but I've liked most of them, kind of. this one.. er.. I dunno.. I know sometimes you have a bad day and anyone can have times when they don't have much to say that's interesting.. though of course when the subject is trains how could that be ;)... but I've realized, and particularly after doing, and viewing this ep that.. I'm just not that good at this. The idea was to be interesting, funny, silly.. and i take it so fucking seriously? I mean... Erik's cool, he always says something witty but I'm always trying to get us back on the boring track. Don't know why I do it.. I suppose I can train myself out of it, anything can be learnt, or unlearnt. Oh well.

I'm home... and I'm stayin..

I'm home again after a trip again, except this one was more like a trip and I didn't have to take 2 train rides in one day. I went to České Budějovice to see my mother, father, cousin, aunt, grandfather, and uncle I hadn't met before and a few sundry others. I walked a bit around town and hung out in a flat. Doesn't sound very exciting that way and actually in reality it wasn't at all exciting. Anyway it's good to be home in time to meet a new set of parents.. those of Erik and do some hauling ass around Prague in the heat. There's plenty more of that to come, but this evening we have hanging around here with nachos and beer to look forward to so I take that as a positive.

Ok now, why?

Just why the fuck do all train trips that are supposed to be just under 3 hours take 3 hours and 40 minutes?

Why the flying fuck of fucks do the fucking 1st class carriages have to be on the side that you come out of the station by, when your train's on platform fucking 5, after waiting in the line that some fucking woman used as a 1000 questions info stop to buy you ticket?

How the fuck come do people working in government offices need to tell you they need to check on some stuff that's pretty much greek to you (or official papers and forms Czech, which might as well be) and make you wait in the hall while they check it out?

Why the heavenly holy fuck are station maps completely fucking WRONG? And I mean it's wrong, not just that I can't follow maps properly and that's why I went the completely wrong way and came back and started again TWICE!

And why oh why on god's green earth are internet timetables for trains from Brno to Prague just wrong! And I mean wrong, like actually wrong, not like station map wrong.

And for fucks fucking sake? Why in the jesus fuck do canoodling not teenagers (no excuse people!) have to be right in front of the place you at first think is the street number you need, so you don't want to go and inspect it properly because they're there, so you walk past and then you go back cos you thought it was it, and it isn't so you have to go past them AGAIN to go up to where it actually is. All the time they're looking at you like YOU'RE the weird one, who like, doesn't have a right to be there or something. And get this.. they're STILL FUCKING THERE when you finish your business and go down the hill again! I mean FUCKING GET A FUCKING ROOM FOR FUCKS SAKE!



Fuck!

*Gets head out of clouds*

I had a lovely couple of days. I went travelling on a train, I went around nice places in Prague, dined in lovely restaurants and cozy pubs. I lounged around home luxuriously with someone who I like lounging luxuriously with and we relaxed and did.. stuff. And I took lots of photos.

Now he's gone.. no lounging luxuriously, no trudging up hills to get a great view, no rides on trains, just the same old shit that I've been pushing to the back of my head all this time. I might have to think about it soon.. I don't really have anything to keep my mind off it. Reality will kick in very soon and I'm not going to have my friend, the one I love to lounge luxuriously with, to soften the blow.