haonowshaokao

Sunday wasn’t too shabby. Ate some food with friends and then went off to visit my most recent ex. We took ten minutes or so trying to find somewhere to get a drink. Don’t think it could have gone better really. Genuinely no hard feelings and glad we’re still in touch. She’s staying here for another three years now, which is more staying power than I had.
The rest of the time I’ve been hanging out with Miriam. On Sunday we went up to Akropolis with Jan, Lara & Chris and generally discussed life at 3am, then went to play multiball foozball for a while. I didn’t get very much sleep due to the large dog mysteriously in the flat that morning.
Yesterday we went clothes shopping. I got a hat, she got what has to be the coolest dress in the world from an obscure little retro clothing shop we found down an alley. The music in there was the funniest – Opera & oom-pah band versions of ‘Oops I did it again’, ‘We will rock you’ and others carried out so proficiently that the 15 people in there were only pretending to look at clothes.
Later we went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which was really very very good. It did leave me in a bit of a funny mood, though. Went to bed early at 3, no dog pawing me so slept well.
Today is my last day here, so will probably wander around with Norwegians again.

In other news, this year I will be leading a campaign to have the word ‘overrated’ erased from the English language.

Feeling pretty good now. Didn’t overdo it at all last night – only had two beers and went to bed at 1.30. I’m almost a monk. I’d even have my voice back if I hadn’t spent about an hour doing Rod Stewart impressions. So all is well, and I may be able to make a night of it tonight.
I did get my first ever nosebleed on the tram back to Hamish’s place, though, and in the middle of a conversation with someone I haven’t seen for a while. A lot of people were staring. Bet I looked rock.

Still medicated up to the gills in ’05 and now able to speak, though still in a Barry White tone.

Stastny Novy Rok, all, by the way.

Staying with Hamish and Wendy in Dejvice at the moment, trying to recover from the old flu in the daytime and hanging around smoky bars in the night-time to make it worse.
New years wasn’t too bad. I usually have a very disappointing one, but I didn’t build up any expectations this time, so all was good. It started off at Amanda’s place where she was hosting a dinner party of sorts. The food was pretty good which, considering that it was Amanda cooking, rates as amazing, especially as she could only use one hotpoint or else the power kept going off.
About 80% of everyone was at the Blind Eye, including 2 exes and many vague acquaintances. But not Bob, Russ, Hanna, Lori, etc, etc. I tried to chat to as many as possible, until my voice started to give way. The place seems to have changed quite a bit in these last few months – five public rooms now, and all with proper decoration and seating. Serious snazz.
Noah announced new year. It is his bar, I suppose. 2005 began, and still not a flying car in sight. Matthew said he’d been saying that for five years, so a point to him and a pat on the back, or something.
I held out until two thirty, when the smoke levels began to choke me though I was doing the ten mins inside, ten outside thing the whole night. I got an unbelievably expensive taxi back and lost my voice entirely as I was saying goodbye to the driver. It’s a very strange feeling. My vocal cords failed to move at any frequency.
This morning I listened to 50s hits on the radio and ate some cookies that Jess gave me last night. Feel a little better now and will go to U Houdku for some soup when other people wake up.

The spazzy writing above indicates to me that my brain is still not working at full capacity. Soup will fix things.