My Wondering Days Are Over
or
Your Wandering Days Are Over

No more waiting for phone calls for me, I am now an employed member of society. As of wednesday anyway. So tomorrow will be my last day of reading the newspaper and drinking tea in bed til 10am on a weekday. I shall miss it dearly. I am working at the Paraplegic Quadriplegic Association as a Support Worker. I plan recreation/leisure type things for them to do, then help them do it. It should be challenging but good fun too. I'm a little nervous about starting already, first day jitters and all that. well first week jitters actually.
Please forgive my bad bad opening joke.

My writing would make most authors sick
or
Ill literate
I am reading If This Is a Man by Primo Levi at the moment. It is his account of living in a concentration camp*. grim but fascinating. he writes kind of scientifically, it is really quite clinical and matter of fact. Anyhoo, at one point he writes about how when you lose one thing to stress or worry about another quickly takes it place. For instance, at the end of winter the prisoners of the camp can forget about how cold it is, but then they realise just how damn hungry they are. i can totally relate to this (though obviously on a much much much lesser scale), and i'm sure many others can too. there is no point to this paragraph, and I seem to have just compared my troubles with those faced by concentration camp prisoners. time for a new paragraph.

*i wonder if anyone has ever done a sketch about people going on a weekend course to learn how to better focus on things?

Pretending to Read
or
Trying to Beat the Afternoon Blush
I was on the train yesterday, and next to me were a group of 5 or so rowdy teenagers on their way to some goddawful music festival. they were drinking from an orange juice container (gee, I wonder if there was any kind of alcohol in that orange juice?) and being very irritating. One girl was loudly using cuss words (the likes of which I would never fucking use) to describe a person messaging her, and making everyone in the carriage feel a little awkward. I was trying to read the aforementioned book, but you know when you just can't concentrate and you read the same page over and over again? I was hoping she wasn't going to talk to me (or at me more likely), as she was trying to engage in conversation with other commuters. I knew if she talked to me I would blush (not out of embarrassment, more feeling ill at ease. which i guess is embarrassment...), and then I would have ended up in most uncomfortable territory. So i continued to read, or tried to read, or pretended to read, the same page over and over again. After about five minutes I thought that I should turn the page, just for effect.

Don't Tell me I'm the Only One
or
This Post is Best Enjoyed Enjoyed
I am completely hooked on the self-titled Ladybug Transistor album. I got it a couple of months ago and really liked it, but now that it is Autumn it has taken on a new level of greatness. It is more suited to cloudy less hot days i think. Maybe they could match albums with weather or situations, like they match food with wine. It would make an interesting (for interesting, read shit. probably) concept album if each song was made with suggestions on how and where to best enjoy it. I guess I need to think of some examples now...

Nothing to be Done - The Pastels
Best enjoyed while dancing like a maniac after consuming several alcoholic beverages.

Forever Changes - Love
Best enjoyed while driving according to one unofficial source. I've not tried this myself, but I imagine it would be pretty damn good.

If You're Feeling Sinister (the song) - Belle and Sebastian
To fully appreciate this product, secretly listen to it while you are being forced to sit through yet another Sunday Mass.

Time Warp - Rocky Horror Picture Show
Best enjoyed while prancing and dancing naked in front of your mirror, hairbrush microphone in hand, where no one can see you and your sordid secrets...

As always, I have said too much.

Every time it rains I'm running to my window to stare out at the same thing

Last night I swam in the Indian Ocean, then watched lightning flash while big fat droplets of rain randomly fell. I always forget just how invigorating the sea is.

Saying "I swam in the Indian Ocean" sounds so much better than saying "I swam at the beach" don't you think?

summer is finished, and what a particularly good first day of autumn it is. yesterday, the last day of summer, was hot and humid. today is cool and cloudy. I like it when seasons change right on cue.

I think the word "condone" is dumb. It sounds like it should mean disallow or not approve, like condemn. I find condone quite annoying.

I have too much time on my hands, so have been trying to think up jokes. This is the only one that has made me giggle thus far:

-Did you hear about the multi-instrumentalist who was the only person not allowed into the party?
He was the one man banned.