Someone sort my life out.....

A PS on the subject of music: songs I have trouble listening to because of their associations - Feeder (Forget About Tomorrow), The Delays (Nearer Than Heaven), Fleetwood Mac (Little Lies) and David Grey (This Year's Love). Don't even ask why!! A number of long stories.

Today has been a mixed day of weirdness, shopping and emotions. None of which was really bad as such, it just all seemed to come as a jumble, with no discernable order to any of it.

My dreams last night were fragmented and disordered, as they seem to have increasingly been over the last couple of weeks, and today was one of those mornings where you wake up and can't remember if what you dreamed was just a dream, or whether some of those things happened in reality. So for a good couple of hours I thought that one of my friends wasn't going out with his girlfriend any more, and that I had to go to some strange family get-together when I was back in England. Both of which could be true, but neither of which I actually know for sure.

This morning I got up with the intention of going downtown and getting some more car keys cut, and took the bus. Inevitably when I get on buses here I am quickly followed by the local drunk/drug addict/nutter, and today was no exception. Not long before our destination, a guy got on and loudly proclaimed to the driver that he was going to see his psychiatrist on the eastside, and could he get on this bus? Fair enough, you might think, but he spent the rest of the journey shouting stuff out to the rest of the bus. Starting with proclamations that a tsunami was coming (so if one hits us, I need to find him and ask what the rest of my life holds, cos he can obviously tell) along with some declaration about a building five storeys high. Next it was the fact that the city was full of "rats, worms, pigeons and seagulls" which was in fact pretty accurate I guess. Having decided this wasn't enough, he then moved on to swearing liberally and calling the world faggots, and then I had the misfortune to be getting off at the same stop as him, whereupon he declared, "F***ing hurry up, you whore, or I'll cut your f***ing throat on the pavement, I swear to God." Which was a nice way to end the journey. But as he only held a newspaper in his hand, I wasn't that scared.

After being unable to find the key cutting place that I had been promised by another shopkeeper, I gave up and went back to the bus stop, only to be lured into a shoe place opposite the stop. And once I had seen some cowboyesque boots that were reduced from $150 to $35, it was all over.... picture to follow, but I'm too tired to take one now, sorry.

Oh, and the breaking up of one raccoon fight. Not your normal day.

Today's music of choice has been Sarah McLachlan - 'Stupid'. I am not sure if I'm trying to tell myself something....