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whathoMy father's taking all the DVDs again prior to going on holiday for a fortnight. Luckily I squirrelled Nightingales away in my room last night. Hah. Foiled. And I just snatched The Concert in Central Park while his back was turned (packing Old Friends, sadly). I don't think people get to go on holiday and have all the DVDs. It's not healthy anyway. You can watch DVDs at home. You don't have to spend money on air travel in order to watch DVDs.
It's too hot. My chin itches. I'm hungry. I might be sprouting a beard. I'm probably not. I dreamt, I dreamed, I did dream that there was a fairground ride that consisted of 5,000 people's being shoved into a series of massive plastic bags and twirled around on a sort of rotary washing line thing. I thought it was really silly. This DVD case is cold against my spine. The rest of me is too hot. It balances out. If I say something prurient this paragraph could almost look as though it came out of Finnegan's Wake. Almost. Not very much.
I ought really to be writing.
It's too hot. My chin itches. I'm hungry. I might be sprouting a beard. I'm probably not. I dreamt, I dreamed, I did dream that there was a fairground ride that consisted of 5,000 people's being shoved into a series of massive plastic bags and twirled around on a sort of rotary washing line thing. I thought it was really silly. This DVD case is cold against my spine. The rest of me is too hot. It balances out. If I say something prurient this paragraph could almost look as though it came out of Finnegan's Wake. Almost. Not very much.
I ought really to be writing.
