Thank fuck it's Friday. You may scowl, I said thank fuck it's Friday. I am starting to wonder if I have some mild form of Seasonal Affective Disorder. It can't be all the beer, because it's only lately that I feel like my legs are made of aspic. I have been getting to bed by midnight, some nights - so I'm not short on sleep. I need a holiday, I haven't had a holiday in, '   ', I just sat for a minute trying to remember my last holiday, I can't - that's how long it's been since I had a holiday.

Tasos has been kind enough to remind me...

short memory: your last holiday was lunchtime

One thing that as surprised me, is that I have been remarkably calm lately. There haven't been any urges to trawl the west end of London with a combine harvester, or place snipers on rooftops

Two days have past... it's Sunday - the good feelings haven't stayed with me...

and in train carraiges to take out those reading over people's shoulder or chewing gum. Having just mentoined gum, i twitch, nervously, a vein in my left eye throbs and a headache is brought on by anxiety and tension. I no longer feel peaceful towards my fellow man, woman or any other gum chewing cow simulation idiot. What is with that little piece of white chemical rubber that people feel compelled to churn over in their mouths under the belief that it is actually healthy or pleasant for everyone else to watch. The streets and sidewalks of London are pointelized by little smutty marks, years of discarded gum. I wait for the day that society is told by scientists and ecologists that chewing gum has had a devastating effect on our environment. My ultimate armageddon, my prefect end to humanity is death by bubble gum - wouldn't it be great if we killed ourselves and our planet by discarded chewing gum.


I sit in train carraiges or on busses, and first i hear the little sucking sound of someone chewing their cud. Then the smell hits me, and i can't take it - my nostrils are being wrestled by something inside someone else's mouth... there is a brand of gum that is for the super-user, the professional gum chewer. It has so many minty checmicals in it, that I can actually feel it on my eyeballs. Some motherfucker's gum, the little chemical cud in someone else's mouth is burning my eyeballs. My eyeballs, my eyeballs - it's burning my eyeballs.



Acronym for the day:

FUD - fear, uncertainty, and doubt

/fuhd/ An acronym invented by Gene Amdahl after he left IBM to found
his own company: "FUD is the fear, uncertainty, and doubt that IBM sales
people instill in the minds of potential customers who might be considering
other products." - currently used with reference to Micro$oft's attack on OpenOffice.