Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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I'm tired, I've been up since one am, which means I'll have been up for twenty four hours shortly.

The opening of the Vegan Pirate looms close in my mind, and while I wait and wait for my permit to get back so we can start selling, there still doesn't seem to be enough time to get the last few things done. Maybe I'll be able to pull it off, magically, although I'm not certain how everything fits together yet.

The first read-through of Untold Crimes of Insomniacs is tomorrow and I'm positively giddy at the idea of hearing my wonderful wonderful cast read it. The mind positively beams with the possibilities it brings, the new perspectives, the new life. I will be spending most of tomorrow sorting that out.

I saw a girl today whom I had seen before. Her hair was brown with dreadlocks peppered throughout, different colours poking through. She wore a rather hipster outfit, black, studded belts, with deck shoes and hipster shades. Then I noticed the shoes were worn and dirty blackspots and not chucks. I almost threw caution to the wind, and struck up a conversation. Hey baby, I couldn't help but notice you were attractive and interested in ethics, only worded in a manner as to be not intrusive. But I didn't, I don't do that. I'm still sorting out why, but precautionary principle reigns and I'm happy with that.

I think someone mistook me for gay today. Like, honestly, not-bisexual, not-interested-in-girls, gay. This is bad for my sex life (as I am far from an even split), I should fix the behaviours that send these rotten signals.

Don't worry, I'll still own lots of shoes.

Written On: Home Computer
Alternative Title: Post-Migraine Babbling
Currently Reading: "Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid" by Douglas R. Hofstadter