And we’re back.
I find that I cannot sleep. Amazingly enough, I suspect it’s a half bottle of Pepsi that has done it to me, rather than the events of the last few weeks. Not the completely inactive day, not the two episodes of “Secret Life” and not ‘Naked’ which I haven’t seen for ages. It may even be the heat.
Once again, I find myself licking my wounds and with no prospects as far as girls go. It’s depressing. Alf tells me I give up too easily, and that I’m too nice. Yes. Can’t fault that assessment. Jo rang to see if I was ok, and to make sure that I was completely aware that this girl is looking for a provider and that I was in no way thinking about taking her seriously. I said yes at the time. I don’t think it was a lie.
Anja hasn’t returned my email for a number of days. I have a suspicion that what I wrote was a little too close to the bone for her, and not anything that she wanted to hear. Perhaps she thinks it is my bitterness towards her, little does she know that my bitterness can take years to fully emerge and articulate itself.
It seems I am on RDO tomorrow and therefore can afford a slightly later night than usual. There are many things I can do tomorrow, one of which should probably be organising the films for the screening. I shall call Pike and tell him to come over with beer and then we can plot and scheme for a while about which films to submit. It’s kinda childish that I want to annoy Murray so, and I think that I will produce a short flyer for our films, to do just that.
Going to watch more ‘Secret Life’ now and have a smoke.
Once again, I find myself licking my wounds and with no prospects as far as girls go. It’s depressing. Alf tells me I give up too easily, and that I’m too nice. Yes. Can’t fault that assessment. Jo rang to see if I was ok, and to make sure that I was completely aware that this girl is looking for a provider and that I was in no way thinking about taking her seriously. I said yes at the time. I don’t think it was a lie.
Anja hasn’t returned my email for a number of days. I have a suspicion that what I wrote was a little too close to the bone for her, and not anything that she wanted to hear. Perhaps she thinks it is my bitterness towards her, little does she know that my bitterness can take years to fully emerge and articulate itself.
It seems I am on RDO tomorrow and therefore can afford a slightly later night than usual. There are many things I can do tomorrow, one of which should probably be organising the films for the screening. I shall call Pike and tell him to come over with beer and then we can plot and scheme for a while about which films to submit. It’s kinda childish that I want to annoy Murray so, and I think that I will produce a short flyer for our films, to do just that.
Going to watch more ‘Secret Life’ now and have a smoke.