Indulgence

is it absurdity or just merely strangeness?

Lamb from Stronger (written by Andrew Barlow and Lou Rhodes)
I am so afraid
Something is broken now
Too much been said to wipe it clean somehow

Without this love where will I be?

Woke up thinking I had woken up 3 times already previously and had pretty much started my day. Truth be told, I just had a very realistic dream that kind of ended and began again until I finally actually woke up. There were 3 small puddles of drool in several areas around my bed. It would have been 1 big one if I were not the type of sleeper who is constantly moving. Since I don't sleep still, I ended up making 3 small puddles of drool. Very attractive, no? Whatever. Shakes my head in shame

I woke up and little drops of water was reaching my bare legs as my boxer shorts hiked up all the way to form a massive wedgie. Rain water sprinkled on my thigh and kind of made it rather cold. Getting back to sleep would be impossible. I look to the window, almost 10 feet away, maybe a little farther, even, and saw that it wasn't raining very strongly. It was just the wind throwing whatever little drops of rain it could into the open window right onto my leg. Well, there's no arguing with Mother Nature. It is time to get up.

I pretty much had to stop smoking because it was making my present condition worse, so I have been a little cranky, as of late. I had 2 cigarettes and a half yesterday and now, pretty much had none the whole day. Now my massive head ache can be caused by the build up of whatever is trapped within my nasal passages or the withdrawals of nicotine and the act of inhaling a cancer stick. I'm a slave to my body's desires. Wicked smile, nods head in agreement; sounds just right

Went to the mall where a clinic is and waited forever to be told that the ENT specialist has just left. Would I like to return tomorrow at 9 to 11 in the morning or 1 to 5 in the afternoon? she asked. If I could kill with my sight you'd be feeding trees right now in South Cemetery, bitch would have been my response but it wasn't her fault. Don't shoot the messenger. It's never their fault that the news they carry is almost always sad, painful or something you'd never usually want to hear anyway. Looks like I must wait for tomorrow before I find out whether this gross part of my anatomy that has mutated into Hulk-like proportions will be removed or not. My brother has convinced me to get a doctor's opinion rather than to attach a chain with a hook to a car and then attaching the hooks onto my tonsils and then screaming at the driver of the car to go at full speed. I think, in this regard, my brother might be right.

I arrived at the MRT station to get to work to find out that there are no tickets available at Shaw station and that we could walk in for free and just pay on our way out, whichever station we decide to get off.

Is it just me or are people bringing home their tickets and not bringing them back? Do they make such nice coasters? Is someone living in a house made up of MRT tickets? There hasn't been a store valued ticket in almost 2 weeks; available only on mornings, maybe, if you're lucky. What is this? I asked why and I was told that people don't bring them back. What? Can someone please hit me in the head with an awl pike? Or how about contra-bassoon? What ever do they keep those tickets for? And now, Shaw station can't even hand out tickets. This is the first of the 5 horsemen of the Apocalypse -- Absurdity; or is this merely Strangeness.

The end is near. It's coming. Max your credit cards and now and go to the Maldives while you still can!

posted by wanggo @ 6:45 PM