Anyway, it's been quite a hectic few days. I spent the better part of it visiting my white relatives and engaging in all manner of middle class antics. These include (but are not limited to):
-Visiting countless wineries, or at least I think so.They were all much the same.
-"Taste testing" several hundred varieties of wine...none of which I can remember the name/taste of. I vaguely recall that some were white, others red and that they came in a glass.
-Listening and watching first with horror, and then a kind of sick fascination, as three terrible singers battled it out to see who could screech the most annoyingly in some sick parody of entertainment. All for the sake of a writhing mass of drunk old people who couldn't tell the difference after consuming vast amounts of wine and sitting in the sun for hours.
-Feigning interest in the lives of the many associates in my families circle of friends,business acquaintances and neighbours
-Eating meat and cheese on a cracker, not a sandwich
It doesn't happen often, but sometimes commercials DO raise valid social questions. Exactly how far away from the beach ARE togs still appropriate? When does a speedo stop being beachware and become wet undies? Outside the parking lot? Other input is appreciated.
I haven't been sleeping very well lately. About 6 or 7 hours tops. And I haven't been able to stop pacing and fiddling for the same amount of time. I've decided that I'm either on the verge of exploding, or I need to get a hobby.
I like working at The Shamrock though. The jobs easy, the staff are decent and I get to spend half my time talking smack with the locals. The fact that they spend half their time discussing football was something of a problem until I drew on the vast resources of knowledge that came from watching " Bend it Like Beckham" a few times. They think I'm so cool...
Bread. Cellotape.
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