02:09 BST
Colourful Square, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK
Gotup. Snoozed. Finally got up. Did not take a bath. Ate two toasts lathered with butter. Got ready and went to uni. Browsed internet. Attended meeting with professors. They had difficulty pronouncing a Sri Lankan name. I helped them. That was nice. Meeting over. Prof apologized for being 'naughty boys.' Went back to library and watched The Thick of It till 2pm. Met the waitressing ladies for a lot of bad chicken lunch and coffee. Happy banter about frying-pan-five-times-hurling-at-wife man, the drug-addict who went back to prison after spending twenty years in prison because that was the only place of any meaning and memory to him. The rest of the world and swiftly changed and he couldn't embrace it. And about sex. Discussed ways to get your man to do what you want. Of course, the conversation was limited to those with boyfriends. The rest formed a passive audience. Walked to Tenkaichi. Waited upon a lot of tables. No one dressed as halloween monsters though. Told fellow waitress the story of my bright red top. How it was carried over gazillions of years when dinasaurs used to wear bits of my top, and how all bits of it survived the tide of time and got into Primark's sowing machine and got stitched just for me. Closed the restaurant at 10:45pm. Walked home quickly, no ipod music. Was scared of being hit with rotten eggs, halloween night. Came home and sat. Flatmates arrived shortly, very drunk. Made bazooka spliffs. Took few drags. Played a spook-all game called Widga Board. Called on famous spirits of the dead. They came. And answered questions. Was brilliant. Sat and laughed after the game. Had more drags from spliffs. Sat and laughed some more. Then decided was too stoned to be around people, lest clothes came off. Came back to room, changed for bed. Now in bed, writing. Don't know if will remember this next morning. Wow. Goodnight.
Colourful Square, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK
Gotup. Snoozed. Finally got up. Did not take a bath. Ate two toasts lathered with butter. Got ready and went to uni. Browsed internet. Attended meeting with professors. They had difficulty pronouncing a Sri Lankan name. I helped them. That was nice. Meeting over. Prof apologized for being 'naughty boys.' Went back to library and watched The Thick of It till 2pm. Met the waitressing ladies for a lot of bad chicken lunch and coffee. Happy banter about frying-pan-five-times-hurling-at-wife man, the drug-addict who went back to prison after spending twenty years in prison because that was the only place of any meaning and memory to him. The rest of the world and swiftly changed and he couldn't embrace it. And about sex. Discussed ways to get your man to do what you want. Of course, the conversation was limited to those with boyfriends. The rest formed a passive audience. Walked to Tenkaichi. Waited upon a lot of tables. No one dressed as halloween monsters though. Told fellow waitress the story of my bright red top. How it was carried over gazillions of years when dinasaurs used to wear bits of my top, and how all bits of it survived the tide of time and got into Primark's sowing machine and got stitched just for me. Closed the restaurant at 10:45pm. Walked home quickly, no ipod music. Was scared of being hit with rotten eggs, halloween night. Came home and sat. Flatmates arrived shortly, very drunk. Made bazooka spliffs. Took few drags. Played a spook-all game called Widga Board. Called on famous spirits of the dead. They came. And answered questions. Was brilliant. Sat and laughed after the game. Had more drags from spliffs. Sat and laughed some more. Then decided was too stoned to be around people, lest clothes came off. Came back to room, changed for bed. Now in bed, writing. Don't know if will remember this next morning. Wow. Goodnight.
