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The weekend.
Jan. 19th, 2004 10:42 amWow. It's been a bit of a weekend. I stayed home on Friday, as you all well know, and on Saturday I went to a party at Boronia. Wow. Let's just say I went for a bit of an adventure with that one, and I'm finally back down onto earth again, but fuck ME. *shakes head* That - I don't want to be that wasted again for a loooooooong time. Cause seriously, it's not something I can handle on a regular basis. My brain doesn't like to be screwed with too much, see, and this stuff makes it not work too well. As you can see.
So it'll take a couple of days for my brain to work perfectly fine again. That's bad, very crappy. I slept most of Sunday, and kept needing more sleep. I'm all right now, and I'm going to down some coffee, then I'm going to work on my music some more.
I swam a whole kilometre on Saturday, and I plan to swim some more today, then more on Wednesday. I would do it on Tuesday but I'm always too busy on Tuesday. Tomorrow I'll be filming a scene for Scotty's movie, and then I'll be using my sister's electric guitar to get some tracks down for my rock song. Busy day for Nacey.
The mystery of where the hell all our fucking catfood has been disappearing off to has been solved. That fucking DOG from down the street, that obnoxious little SHIT, has been coming into our yard and gobbling it all in the middle of the fucking night. BASTARD. TWO of our cats are looking worryingly slim, and I swear to God, if that little bastard runs into me it'll be getting my boot in its head. I'm not a violent or animal-hating woman by nature, but if an animal indirectly or directly causes harm to *my* babies, I turn into one of those really obnoxious pet owners that talks to you over your fence over what bloody annoying thing your pet has been doing to make my pet's life miserable.
Anyway, enough of that. Uhm - I'm going to have some coffee now. *nods*
So it'll take a couple of days for my brain to work perfectly fine again. That's bad, very crappy. I slept most of Sunday, and kept needing more sleep. I'm all right now, and I'm going to down some coffee, then I'm going to work on my music some more.
I swam a whole kilometre on Saturday, and I plan to swim some more today, then more on Wednesday. I would do it on Tuesday but I'm always too busy on Tuesday. Tomorrow I'll be filming a scene for Scotty's movie, and then I'll be using my sister's electric guitar to get some tracks down for my rock song. Busy day for Nacey.
The mystery of where the hell all our fucking catfood has been disappearing off to has been solved. That fucking DOG from down the street, that obnoxious little SHIT, has been coming into our yard and gobbling it all in the middle of the fucking night. BASTARD. TWO of our cats are looking worryingly slim, and I swear to God, if that little bastard runs into me it'll be getting my boot in its head. I'm not a violent or animal-hating woman by nature, but if an animal indirectly or directly causes harm to *my* babies, I turn into one of those really obnoxious pet owners that talks to you over your fence over what bloody annoying thing your pet has been doing to make my pet's life miserable.
Anyway, enough of that. Uhm - I'm going to have some coffee now. *nods*
