September 18th, 2003

fishy wishy


My day was just started and I got kicked in the balls... figuratively that is.

But I'll get onto that in a moment.

Last night I was entertained by my friend Paula, with her new girl, at her place. He was fretting as she has a performance soon and isn't sure how her material is (she’s a poet/performer.. and has recently started writing songs). I said I'd be happy to listen to her stuff.

She’s very good.

Her songs were extremely good. They're called Sleepwalking, Smarties, and Lonely Girl (or Gril as she miswrote it "Lonely Grill, why do you fry..."). All very, very good, even if she’s only managed to record the music hissily onto a 4 track. I'm going to try and lug my computer around to hers and record + mix them properly to CD for her.

So it was fun :)

However this morning.. not so good. It wasn't the morning, no for early mornings do not phase me. Mornings leave me in the save state, and I get into the swing of things. No you see I was driving to work and about halfway there...

...a squirrel ran out in front of me.

I swerved, missing it with the front tires. I thought YES! Thank god for that.. but then...


Back tires... shit.
I felt sick, seriously, really ill all the way to work. The adrenalin was still in me, and i left a nasty edge to my morning that I've only just managed to shake off. So.. yes, think of that squirrel. Give it a moment in your thoughts, as it has none itself any longer...

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