up at seven. at home at eight. i’m so fucking tired. and my “friends” are mocking me, offering such helpful remedies as:
1) a quiet jerk off in the bath
2) pre-chewed food that they can feed me with, like a small bird.
they were just teasing of course, in that friendly yes, we are laughing at you but we like you kinda way. heartwarming, really.
because of lack of sleep, food and health, i was silently cursing everyone in the hall until someone brought food and made coffee. i wished harm upon them in an embarrasing amount. a dull inner voice would say things like –if you move the hammer one more time i hope you die.
good thing i’m such a calm and non-violent person. (that way, when i finally snap, they can all say “he was always the calm and non-violent person, we don’t get it”)
because i’m a cretin i stayed up last night watching death of a president, which was a well done mockumentary of the coming assasination of george bush. well done, but not all that interesting in itself.
mockumentaries are interesting as a genre though; it’s basically invented news after the fact – so i had a fun time trying to piece together who would make a documentary like this in case bush got shot through the head with a frozen turd (as the case might be).
the esthetics were too somber for anything american that i’ve seen, but we only get the utter shit american documentaries over here, so i’m no judge.
bleh, i’m ranting. i’m tired and ranting. i’ll stop now.