Tuesday 25 January 2000

Pic of the day: "...tired, unfocused and slightly horny...

Nothing much happened today. I am tired, unfocused and slightly horny. I guess I feel a lot like in Leonard Cohen's song "I can't forget": "I can't forget, I can't forget, but I don't remember what." I played it at the end of the workday and it sure seemed to fit.

I checked my bank accound and found to my pleasant surprise that there was more money than I could remember. Later in the day I found out that it was the Y2K compensation that was already put into my account from the province office. Nice touch. Now I can pay my rent and still have food!

Not that I need a lot of food yet. My stomach seems to be getting gradually better, and today I ate some fat again (cheez doodles). I think I will wait a bit more before seriously distending it with large portions of food, though.

Local news from the criminal courts: A young woman is tried for killing a passenger by crashing the car she drove. The driver, who did not have a drivers lisence and was drunk, lost control of the car at high speed and her friend died after the crash. She risks 120 days in jail. I will not comment on this.
On the other hand, after the crash, the driver was unhurt. She had the clarity of mind to tell the police that her friend (who now was unconscious and dying) had been driving at the time. For that, I recommend cutting her head off and throwing it to the fishes. I mean, move aside Judas and Quisling! This girl not just betrays her friend. She betrays her dying friend which she herself has killed. That's impressive. With friends like that, enemies might be an improvement.

Not that I could not have done something like that myself on a really bad day. Then again, I could probably have died for some ungrateful people on a really good day. But today is none of those. Today is a mediocre day, a tired and worn and listless day. I guess these days are the ones that destroy marriages too. People stick together in good days and bad, but on the utterly tired and trivial days they just go into hiding, like I feel like doing today. Good thing I'm not married now, hmm?

I don't expect myself to be perfect. And besides, if I tell you that I am not perfect, there is no reason for you to point it out. :)

But I have a new issue of Scientific American in my carrying bag. The Light willing, I shall be back! Watch this hyperspace!