~ Saturday, February 01, 2003
~ Friday, January 31, 2003
Argh! I wish there was some site on the internet where you could take your frustration out on something. Maybe a picture of Bush you can punch and kick or a virtual pillow you can shout at.
Much frustration in my mind right now.
a) Bush is a pillock and is going to try and kill the lot of us. (I know that sounds melodramatic and unfounded and silly, but I'm not in a reasonable mood right now.)
b) I haven't got a matress and I need one if I want to be able to sleep when I move into my flat.
and c) (Which is most of the reason I want a frustration vent) I don't know what to do. I won't put the details up here. I'm afraid there might be people who'll read it that I don't want to read it. But Nat will know what I'm talking about, we were talking about it earlier. And Jules if you want to know you can ask me. There is a situation in my life that could go two ways and...stuff.
You must wonder why I'm going to vent on here if I'm not actually going to write anything that makes sense. But it is helpng me feel better anyway.
Happy New Year to everyone. It will be the Year of the Sheep come 1st of February. Ha ha. That should suit me just fine.
~ Sunday, January 26, 2003
What a piece of work is man,
how noble in reason,
how infinite in faculties
In form and moving how express and admirable.
In action how like an angel.
In aprehension how like a God.
The beauty of this world
the paragon of animals.
I have of late
but wherefore I know not,
lost all my mirth.
This goodly frame the earth seems to me,
a sterile promontory.
This most excelent canopy the air look you,
this brave o'er hanging firmament,
this majestical roof
fretted with golden fire.
Why it appear'th no other thing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is man.
How noble in reason.
