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Tue 21/09/04 20:10pm



The most recent power failure seems to have blown my cable TV receiver, so I thought this would be a good time to try out my new blue-ink pen (that I purchased for N150 on my way home from work). Anything to break the monotony... tonight that 'anything' happens to be blue ink, as opposed to the usual black. I also purchased one litre of locally made dry gin for N380. Two and a half blue ink pens must then be worth a litre of gin.



Just switched off my television's blue screen of death. Don't think that receiver will come back alive any day soon.



Turns out this cheap gin is apparently made in France... just read the label on the bottle. Staring at a stationary ceiling fan, drinking cheap French gin mixed with a Taiwanese apple drink containing sodium carboxymethyl and cellulose. It's all just atoms and molecules to me. Some just tend to make me feel more alive. I know it's just an illusion, and that they are paradoxically contributing to an early grave, but I cherish these evenings of artificial warmth. I prefer to sport blurry vision in this fucked up world of ours. Clarity is just an enigma anyway. How can you ever be truly sure that what you are seeing is an accurate interpretation of what is really going on? The sharper your vision, the more corrupt your clarity becomes.



I gave a begging child N40 whilst shopping tonight. I know it's not much, but it's a lot to those with nothing. Besides, this is just the beginning. M**** has his favourite child beggar that he always gives money to, so I thought it was about time I 'adopted' a local child. This girl, she followed me around for a while, but never touched me or tugged at my clothes, like some beggars do. She was polite and there was a genuine expression of desparation on her face. She must only have been about seven or eight years old, from an Arabic-African descent. She was actually quite cute, and if I see her again I'll give her N100 in exchange for letting me take a phot of her (M**** told me that the locals here will always demand cash from you if you take their picture).



21:07pm  Some revolutionist part of my brain just imagined riots and military coups in the streets around me. What would I do if this 'guest house' was attacked and set on fire? All my windows are barred with reinforced steel grids. When these thoughts enter your head, dear Misty Wilmot, take two drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.



21:19pm  Jiggled around with the power cord to the cable receiver and whaddya know? ;o) A few electrical sparks later and the receiver has come back to life! Might go see if there are any good movies on.



22:14pm  Loaded the headphones with Pink Floyd on maximum decibels. They weren't blue, they were pink. Prince's rain wasn't blue, it was purple. And his corvette was red. And that 60's polka dot bikini was yellow. Lime and limpid green, the sounds around the icy waters and the ground.



There appears to be two laundry baskets in my room today. They placed one next to my armchair, so I assure it's meant to be a larger version of the waste basket I keep moving out from the bathroom and placing in the same position, to collect all the empty beer bottles and such. They finally figured out that I'm a seasoned alcoholic and that normal waste baskets won't fulfill my needs. I need fucking laundry baskets to collect my 24-hour cycles of alcoholic consumption waste! Hunter S. Thompson eat your heart out! I bet hotel management never decided to give you a laundry basket for your empties! :op



Thank fuckers I brought that headphone extension lead! Now I can go take a piss without interrupting Comfortably Numb! ;o)