Thunder and lightning

Wow!
Falling back into the nothingness/oblivion of skag was almost too easy ... except now I have suffered through the junk sickness (well, apart from the leg cramps, vomiting, runny nose/eyes/mouth, etc. that is) and looked at the $1000 spent, I seriously doubt that this was ever going to really be an option ... as previously considered, if it was freely available, this would be a fantastic break from the humdrum ...
Sitting around waiting for washing, drinking Budweiser - 1.4 standard per, and only $10! Taste is not so bad either, so could be an option here ... not that I supposed to be drinking beer, of course ... Even funnier? Turns out they are twist tops! Oh well, was a good excuse to bring out Leatherman for a play ...
Surprisingly am not feeling much effects from the Sunday Southbank to Southport ride ... but very soon after Eagleby, I did notice that the glucogens were lacking ... almost certainly due to lack of opportunity to reload carbs. Had started the week well, minimising carbs, but got to end of week, and shit just happened that prevented me from reloading properly. Anyway, felt bit crampy coming into back of Southport, so slowed it down a bit, concentrated on stroke, and it faded. But then when I climbed off the bike at the Helensvale station, BAM!!! Almost fell over in front of all the other jocks ... interestingly, I think I was the only non-road bike on that particular train? Got chatted up by some old bird ( who looked like one of those Audax types, though she denied it), who commented that it must have been so much harder riding such a heavier bike ... maybe she was one of those 'weight weenies' in disguise? Anyway, now it is time to get back into training for the Otway, and the Jetstar trip to Geelong again ...
Okay, washing done, now for tumble drying ... might just try 1 medium, then 1 high?Read Frank Miller's 'Sin city' last night ... OMFG!!! Of course, may well be the residue of the affect of 'Ronin' from all those years ago? But the sheer use of shadow - all done in B&W - and the internal monologue were just fantastic. Such echoes of sensation.Seems such an odd thing that these 'Buds have got twist tops on them ... so un-American, almost ...
So, the night creeps in, and it is time to hit the hot stuff ... hmm, this week's wash is almost about just doing an intro drying, to just get some of the excess moisture out ... predicting thunderstorms tonight, showers tomorrow ... not that it matters much to me, as I do all my drying inside anyway! But I just feel like utilising my little drying rack, spread some stuff out, the warmth of the room tomorrow will do the rest? Plus it gives an aired smell to much of my clothes ... which I notice I am not getting a lot of usage out of lately (apart from these work shirts/pants, of course) ... may have to go out more, maybe? Which reminds me - what to do this weekend??? Apart from go climb Mt. Cootha (a couple of times) of course ... ;)
Will come back and edit this later ... time for bed now

Enhanced absences

so, so easy to get caught up with the simplicity and restrictiveness of Twitter ... sorry ...
But, anyway, the news, ad hoc ...
Dinner was vegies (onions, garlic, carrots, pumpkin, corn, mushrrom, spinach, parsley, coriander, tomato) topped with slivers of swordfish, and liquid from lemon + dash of tamari, prepared with Jap knife provided by DJ, then turned off to lightly steam through ... except when turning off, the knob kept going ... so ended up doing blast furnace for a few minutes (!!!) until I realised that the corn was popping whilst I was on the phone building up DJ's ego, congratulating him on a useful knife choice ( even though it was not what was being sought), etc. What can I say, but 'Bloody infuriating electric stovetops!!! At least with gas you can see if it is off or not ...
Made up this cocktail: ice, 2 parts Barcardi, 1 part whisky, 1 part tamari, 3 splashes (drops?) of tabasco, 1 part lemon juice, 12 parts Mercury dry cider, and 6 parts chinotto ... at first very sharp, but then chilled and blended to allow sensations to settle, and evolved into a really pleasant tease as I sat beneath my roller door, watching the clouds skid across the sky, etc. Did I mention the 33c today? Was such a temptation to take the bus into town this morning ... even though let two (2) buses go by before settling upon the one ... and then got to share the seat with a smelly pro-Abo, who was grqcious enough to offer a modicum of engaging conversation ...
The afternoon ended with doing laundry, drinking beer, chatting to Dave, who told me of evil designs re. visiting Sexpo and bringing back some nasty surprise for Donna, so I had to warn him off such a path ... he can be so innocent at times! Or maybe that is easily manipulated? Anyway, then Donna rings later all in a tizz, so maybe the playing is all getting a bit nasty??? Bit like acknowleding their cruelty, but excusing it by saying that they at least talk to me??? Gosh I hope it is not really like that ...
No idea what Ray beam doing, but what she has done has the ramifications echoing across time ... told Laura she had taken out an AVO on me (must have missed that?) ... God knows what she has told Nik, what fears of his she has exploited, but he refuses to talk to me now ... such sheer stupidity, and how is one to respond?
Anyway, have roof, job, working on relationship(s) ... but still not getting laid ... ;)
Been awake since 0212, so expect that is why my eyes are so heavy? Best off to nod land go again ... now, that is a thought ... bloody Dani and her desperate deserving drudgery!!!
Or, is that just me???