Monday, March 13, 2006

Fuckin' Labour Day


Omelette in Turkish herb & garlic roll.

What'd you do if you fell sick, walked all the way to Lygon court and Safeway, pushed the button, stumbled into the elevator, got out and realised the clinic was closed?
You walk to the bakery next door, buy some bread, go home and make a good lunch. Then you blog about it.
Stupid public holiday nonsense.
We're supposed to celebrate the fact that we have 8 hours of work, 8 hours of sleep, and 8 hours of play. That's Labour Day for you.
And once you get ill, you fuck up that balance. You don't get no work done, your sleep consists of your flatmates jerking off to your bed*, and play, well yea, very funny, play.
At least lunch was good. I'm really enjoying this cooking thingy.
It's a very Murakami lifestyle:
You've lost your cat, your wife'd left you. You worry and focus about nothing but food, books and music. And you wait for that librarian with beautiful ears and enormous appetite to appear in your life.
Not bad. Not bad at all.

*Didn't actually happen.