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i'm not sure if i've ever mentioned the fact that i have some serious difficulty sleeping. for the last few years, getting to sleep and staying in said sleepy state for more than three or four hours has been a bit of a chore. it happens in patches - i'll have a few good weeks, followed by a few 'oh my god just let it stop hand me a knife etc etc' weeks. for all of you who get good sleep, appreciate it, because if i could i would sneak into your house with a large-bore syringe and harvest liquid sleep directly from your brain.
anyway, last night was pretty bad. you don't realise how many hours are in a day till you're awake for every single one of them. at around 7am i left the house and went produce shopping (a fucking pain on a public holliday) and cooked a big, greasy breakfast for both housemate and myself. then, feeling ill due to no sleep, took the path of last resort and doped myself up with some valium. my doctor prescribed to me a very long time ago, but i feel very uncomfortable taking it. after getting an amazing three hours of zonked, druggy-ass snoozing, i awoke and decided to go shopping. i like buying stuff, and i needed real coffee.
my anzac day swag:
both of these will be a lot of fun to watch. christopher walken on wires? dancing postboxes? i'm totally there.
the best bald lawyer ever. one of my favorite tv shows (first season only, the rest sucked ass) and i haven't seen it since it originally screened on tv. over a thousand minutes of awesome.
note the gold zipper. these things are very important.
don't let oprah scare you away. or the fact that matt damon turned one of his great books into a wholy shitty film.
also, the girl who was my girlfriend? i just stopped answered the phone when she called. she got a little stalker-ish and kept phoning into work, but i think she has finally come to realise that when it comes to commitment, i am deranged. i did, however, get my watch battery changed by a totally cute jeweller. i got her phone number.
the cycle continues!
it's not often you find your blog (which no one reads anyhow... right?) mentioned in an article in the age. i mean sure, i wasn't actually read, but mentioned none the less. this is kind of surreal.
the girl mentioned a few posts ago has decided she is now my girlfriend and that i am her boyfriend. hmm. she is extremely cute and kind of offsets my more darker traits by being rediculously upbeat and positive. similarly, as i am messy, disorganised, hairy and godless, she is scarily tidy, organised, not the least bit hairy and attends church.
what the hell have i gotten myself into?
anyhow, i'll give it a go. if she can put up with my fickle nature and the fact that i never answer calls on my mobile from withheld numbers (something she's having some serious issues with, i kid not) then we should be ok. that said, i'm a terrible boyfriend, and proud of it.
also, i think i'm having some kind of quarter life crisis. i have no idea what i want to do and feel purposeless and vacant. i keep having the most terrible dreams detailing things i did, years ago, that were most likely the wrong things to do. i'm also trying to get in touch with a mysterious figure from my past to apologise, but she's not returning my calls. how exiciting!*
tomorrow night is dinner at my mothers to meet her new bloke. he's jewish, pays cash for lexuses (lexii?), owns some kind of biometrics company and seems very kind. my mother is loud, irreligious, a full time nurse & one of the warmest people you've ever met. i think she's worried that i won't like him, but since he seems to make her happy i'm sold already. although parents can be thick, sometimes.
*yet, to be honest, extremely depressing.
