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Today, I had a real problem that I occasionally get. My boss had to repeat the same sentence over 3 times because I could hear the words but I couldn't get their meaning. It was "have you got enough work to do?". He wasn't explaining string theory. I recognised all the words but I just couldn't pattern them and interpret them. Weird.
Then, just now, my computer made a weird noise; I wasn't entirely sure what made the noise, but at first I knew it had happened and had some explainations for it and then I'd thought about it so much that I wasn't sure it had even happened.
So a really surreal day, one that raised several existential questions.
Part of it involved talking to a doctor about HIV and admitting a truth that startled and appalled me, namely that I haven't had sex in a, er, while. "The results won't show up anything you've caught in the last 3 months"; that won't be a problem for me, I said. Not that the bastard results should show anything up; it's all routine for applying for a visa. I'll be really annoyed if I turn out to have HIV. But still.
And thank god for Russia, on the raggage front, is what I say. When I land I have 3 lovely ladies I'd rather like have a dangerously sexy liason with AND THAT'S JUST FOR STARTERS. Oh yes. Even if I fail miserably and re-grow my virginity at least I can kid myself with the potential long enough to stay happy.
Then, just now, my computer made a weird noise; I wasn't entirely sure what made the noise, but at first I knew it had happened and had some explainations for it and then I'd thought about it so much that I wasn't sure it had even happened.
So a really surreal day, one that raised several existential questions.
Part of it involved talking to a doctor about HIV and admitting a truth that startled and appalled me, namely that I haven't had sex in a, er, while. "The results won't show up anything you've caught in the last 3 months"; that won't be a problem for me, I said. Not that the bastard results should show anything up; it's all routine for applying for a visa. I'll be really annoyed if I turn out to have HIV. But still.
And thank god for Russia, on the raggage front, is what I say. When I land I have 3 lovely ladies I'd rather like have a dangerously sexy liason with AND THAT'S JUST FOR STARTERS. Oh yes. Even if I fail miserably and re-grow my virginity at least I can kid myself with the potential long enough to stay happy.