Some friends are playing at the Evelyn tonight. They just won an award for their film clip or something. I should know what they're called, but I am not sure. Maybe Black Chord? Usual invitation, see you there, & etc.
I had something else ... now it's gone ...
Oh, that's it. Young Charlie had somewhat of an existential crisis last night, which is why, after leaving the Northcote Social Club, I found myself on Brunswick St at 1am this morning having a D&M and eating pizza. I've never seen him angsty before ... I think he reached a point in his carousing where he realised that actually, it sucks. I always knew it sucked. I think we're back on the straight and narrow. Or at least less disastrously crooked and broad.
I am a bit tired today.
Formal Friday though. I find it amusing that the other busineses in our building have Casual Friday and still dress better than I do on a normal work day. We, however, occasionally dress up to compensate. So I have my suit on. I blame Robert Smith, but I love wearing a suit with sneakers. I don't know why. And I know it ruins the whole formal vibe.
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It must be agony aunt week.
I was up 'til 1.30 on Wednesday night dealing with someone elsess existential crisis(es).
He has since assured me he is not angsty, but just doesn't care anymore. Or something. One day he's going to read this blog and find that I've spread his life around the internet ...
And plural crises ... poor thing. You and the someone else both.
Aren't angsty and not caring complete opposites...?
Yes. Suffice to say I may not have been much good as a counsellor because I have no idea what the hell's going on.
tobytoby, did you come to hell's kitchen last night? i arrived very late and was hoping you hadn't left already. rats! was looking forward to meeting you. hope that motorcycling lessons weren't too arduous for a saturday morning...
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