Busy Hands or The Constant Battle

I don't think that this post is going to make a whole lot of sense to you. I know that it's not going to make a whole lot of sense to me. It is a reflection of where my head is at on this Sunday afternoon. I think that I'm a little out of it because of the sun yesterday. And the drinks. And these ones. And not getting enough sleep. And the mega storm that just swept through. And a lack of junk food.

Last night was some beerilarious fun, except I only really remember drinking a couple of beers. Most of the other stuff was a lot nastier. Especially the absinthe. It was certainly a night of different storylines. Bit of a strange ending though. It happens. 2332.

I had my photograph taken last night by this dude, his name escapes me. Now, I don't really know this guy, have only met him one time beforehand but it was all it took. I just don't like the guy. It's not that he's done something wrong, or he's said something to me or anything like that. I think that I probably just don't like the look of him, of his type. He generally rubs me up the wrong way. It's probably lucky that I don't know him.

It's strange how sometimes you just instantly don't like some people. Occasionally over time you may give this person a chance to prove you wrong, but I find in the whole they are stuck in with the things that never get any better. Sucks to be them.

I think that next weekend I may have to steer clear of all things nocturnal. And get some junkfood into me.

One final thing, I think that the covers for Soulwax's album and remix album from this year are terrific.