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Sunday 4th November 2001
Oops. I forgot to get up - which means that I didn't actually surface until about 5pm. That's probably really quite bad, but it is a Sunday so I'm not going to lose any sleep over it. So to speak. Brian's for pizza in the evening where I started learning to ride the unicycle. I was going to invite him over here but I'd smoked the house out so he invited me there instead. I tried to convince him to come to Panthère Rose afterwards but he declined which was probably just as well because when I got there it was closed. Or at least I think it was. I'm not sure. Anyway - I'll never know but I'm not that fussed. When I arrived, the door was shut and it didn't look very welcoming. So I popped up to Traxx to catch it just as it was closing so popped back down to PR - just in case - to find people carrying things out of it into a van. Either it was a very bizarre evening, or it was being emptied. I think that's more likely. Oh well. The French don't have cat's eyes. I noticed this more as I was driving through fog. Damn stubborn fuckers; no decent road markings just for the sake of a patent. 'Owt queer as folk. Stitches improving. I shaved today because the wound above my lip has healed so I could do it without hurting. It took me ages to hack through my beard, but it's gone. Not sure what I thought of it, but I think lack of facial hair is a distcint improvement. The scar's not quite as bad as I thought it was but it's quite noticeable. Not impressed. Still - it is a young wound so it'll probably clear up. It better fucking had do, actually, or I will personally wring that dog's neck. | |||
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