I mentioned to a couple of people last week that I've been hunting down a russian film called 'Stalker'. Coincidentally, the main character of my new book mentions the film in the first 3 pages. Are these amusing little elements of my life or am I a media zombie who's thoughts and seekings are controlled via advertising or propaganda?
I've been missing someone for 9 hours and 10 minutes. Or perhaps much, much longer.
Maybe if I throw up the 'horns' occasionally to my colleagues they will think that my nodding to sleep over the last hour has all been me gently head banging to my iPod.
11:45 and my colleague tells me in a very serious, conspiracy theorist way that what he is roto-ing right now really, really looks like a dick.
Is Tuna Dolphin-Friendly because Dolphin's don't eat Tuna?
Why I have a rap song on my iPod which is literally about waiting for the police to go away so he can track down a girl and hit her in the face with his gun I do not know. This should be looked in to.
Pump Pump Pump that Area.
Remembered that last night as I left work I look upwards in to the sky and thought I saw a beautiful constellation of stars. Though they faded and turned out to be blood in my eyes. Oh woe.
17:06 : A Battle. I will win. For sure.
19:10 : Battle Won. High Fived Colleagues, good feelings all around. This was much needed.
