I don't recommend this

My car is totally decrepit. A sad sorry car with dents and scratches and mischievous breaks. I never treated it with the love it should have been given, and now it's coming back to me as a form of karmic punishment. By that I mean my bad energy towards my car has turned getting rid of the crap heap into a totally soul-draining mission. No one wants to buy it. Not the VW people. Not the dodgy second hand car dealers in Woodstock. No one. People snigger when I show it to them, and reply: "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said it was a bit of a fixer-upper."

I read a funny quote on the internet last night. It says: "Good judgement comes from bad experiences which come from bad judgement." The great learning curve of life. Stupid thing that it is.

Also I wouldn't recommend trying to stage a play over the exact same time you're trying to tie up all the loose ends of your life as you depart from the city you live. What a mission.

Although London soon. Scary. Exciting. Wee.

Back on the wagon

Ah, blogging, a past time that passes time. Throwing words into the web and letting them get stuck there for all eternity. Giving the voiceless a voice and the faceless a face. Except for the voiceless and faceless people that can't afford the internet. Money, money, money.

Tonight I play poker. A R50 buy in. Perhaps I can earn enough money to get me drunk this weekend.