This and that

Headache & stomach probs stopped me from sticking it out in line for tickets at ‘De Parade’ tonight. So after a quick ‘Spanish’ meal (lamb cutlets) I cycled home.

Watched a young George Clooney in a very bad film when I got home. He was on another channel simultaneously, in E.R. He looks much better now – gawky, skinny back then… his hair was too black as well. Clooney is my worst vice these days, I guess. I even made a page one time.

Stopped by on IRC for longer than planned, chatted with one of the old regs. Didn’t enter the channel… I haven’t been on there for a record breaking time. It’s all or nothing for me. I either smoke, or don’t smoke. And I either do or don’t hang on IRC. IRC is vile. It stops me from being creative, sucks up my time and energy, makes me lethargic and turns me into a whiny, bored and boring 12 year old with bad territorial behaviour. ‘t Was nice chatting to Mr Hubris (about work, journalling and the lack of holidays), but I hope I won’t be drawn back there too much.

I finished re-reading ‘High Fidelity’ by Nick Hornby. Didn’t like it as much as the first time, but maybe it was still too fresh in my mind. In my current mood it just convinced me of how impossible and selfish we all are.

I’ll talk about my problem with Paris some more in the near future. And you can be sure Dublin will come up some more.