August 18, 2006

William, I'm Back

Well hello ladies. I must say you're all looking ravishing this evening. Although it is always possible that my binoculars lie.

I feel sick. My mother might say sick as a parrot, or sick as a dog, which it would seem are both interminably ill creatures. I couldn't put my finger exactly on what is wrong with me, but I am coughing and my entire body is protesting. It hurts. It is probably due to a complete lack of vitamins recently, or anything sustaining for that matter. I exist mostly on a diet of paint fumes, takeaway pizza and Gilmore Girls box sets. K is working away on the kitchen right now, while I languish under a blanket in our makeshift living area. We have just arrived home from Wexford, which I hear is quite nice. We spent a few days down there with a friend, going to the beach, eating a lot and generally doing very little while I felt a temperature descend. It was nice. I didn't sleep though. In many ways, I am like a four year old. Knock me out of my regular "routine" and I can't sleep or relax or be normal in anyway. I say "routine", by the way, because despite my intense need for structure, I have never once managed to establish a pattern of behaviour on a daily basis. Never. I sort of tumble through my days at varying speeds, snatching wildly at anything that looks good as I go. It's not a bad life. Well.

No word yet from potential employers. I am choosing to be thoroughly disheartened about this. I am losing what little hope I had. But thanks to so many of you who have mailed or commented or texted with good wishes. A very special thanks to Jimlad for his postal goodwill. Allow me the liberty of drawing your minds back to July 28th with a quote from my favourite person (me):

It's gone well in the short distance I have travelled with [potential new employers] so far, so if it's your way, say a little prayer for me. Or you could post a positive vibe, etc. Address: Dirty Cardboard Mansion, Somewhere in the Approximate West Dublin Region, Ireland.

And lo! Some of you, it would appear, were listening! I was indeed posted some positive vibes, as photographed below.

Best Piece Of Post Ever Received

"Splutter!" I shouted, "Why, this is madness!"

Thanks Jimlad, you made my day.

On another topic, as I am listening to Mumblin Deaf Ro's current album as I type, I thought it might be timely to remind you of his upcoming gig with Michael Knight on Thursday of this week at 8.30pm in Bewleys, €10.00 at the door. It will be worth it, and you might even get to meet me. I'll be the one in the cheerleading outfit near the front, mindlessly drunk and vomiting on the bass player.

I thought you might like to see a small number of pictures of the cardboard mansion and a few of us lashing into it with paintbrushes, so I took the liberty of setting up for myself a wee flickr account where you may drop in to view the exciting developments in my life. So, all voyeurs, go here. You even get to see what I stick on my fridge. The contents of the fridge, however, remain a dirty, dirty secret.

neuro-praxis -- Earned Millions In Software, Lost It At The Track

Posted by neuro-praxis on August 18, 2006 07:05 PM, in the category Bifidus Digestivum