mountebank

It's just after midnight, and I can't sleep. It's cold, and we've argued. In these dark days, it's even more important to keep hold of the things that keep you warm, and the people that keep you warm. No matter what sacrifices you need to make, and the compromises that life forces you to make. But it gets harder to keep hold of that sense...
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Just remember, ladies, when you're awash with hormones, that there may be someone who loves you very much caught in the crossfire.

Friendly fire is still fire, collateral damage is still damage.

I've woken up feeling awful. Not physically sick, but emotional battered.

Last night, I had a shockingly intense dream, a dream of infidelity to my partner. A dream about I girl I used to know, superhot, a model and artist, with whom I trained capoeira a lot. I haven't seen her in over a year, and nothing had ever happened or was even on the...
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He shoots, he scores.

This week is all about first aid. Bandages, blood, pooping. Makes me feel like a six-year old playing doctors and nurses. Most bizarre.

This week is also about stew, and Cansei de Ser Sexy. A truly great album, for this year at any rate.

i hate computers.

work, dammit.

too slow...

I like it when my prejudices are reinforced. Particularly about Germans.

We spent the weekend in Tubingen, near Stuttgart, for a wedding. Now, I've worked with several Germans and met others, and I've never met one I didn't like. At this wedding, which was a very refined affair, with excellent food, local wine and beer, and unusual but traditional entertainment, everybody was so welcoming, so...
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Back from the dead.

New house, new computer (wireless, yay!), new garden, new appetites...

I've spent the day doing three things.
i) Complaining - I'm pretty good at this. The stupidity of people, weak coffee, overly cheesy pizza, London buses, illiberalism, reactionary newspapers and religious fundamentalists were today's main topics, but let's face it, it could have been anything.
ii) Hurting - thighs (both), knee (right), chest, triceps, upper back. It's all worth it though.
iii) Really wanting to...
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It's raining. Through the wall, I can hear the student band next door practice. It's like being in some Bavarian nightmare, with Simon & Garfunkel and Herman's Hermits transformed by the wall and the patter of the rain into raggedy oompah-oompah horrors. Turning up the Brecht/Weill helps, but doesn't block it out completely.

My abs hurt from the gym, and I have to pack up...
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Exhaustion. Nausea. Too much work. Too many pills. Too few pills. Public transport. Projects, cooking, washing up.

I need a holiday.