Incomprehensible Revelations

Back to the grindstone today. well, for most people. i'm only SUPPOSED to be back at the grindstone. i'm sort of ignoring it. i find myself wondering, and not for the first time (i can probably mention about five more times. and thats only last week) why the hell i stayed awake for a large portion of the night/morning instead of sleeping. not only that, but why i did this to read a book.

a book i started when i went to bed. maybe i'm subliminally a masochist. or, i just hate my future self/selves. well, i already knew that. livers don't try and poison themselves, you know.

in other news, today seemed to be Exceptionally Disturbing Conversation day. now on your average day, there would usually be one or two disturbing conversations (if you count the whole of lunchtime as only one conversation, anyway) and i would find myself wishing i was somewhere else. or someone else. or both, and drunk along with it.

anyway, because i was bored in comms (and because one of said disturbing conversations had just taken place) i wrote down the general subjects of the ones i could remember. and who we'll call the antagonists of such conversations. who, in many cases, should be shot. it's only humane. for eveyone else, anyway.

the first came along period 3, when very few people around, compared to normally anyway. Theo started talking to me and dave about hundreds and thousands. and.. cunnilingus. and a combination of the two. no enough said, but in fact, far too much.

later the same period, but after more people showed up, the topic turned to cinemas. i'm not going to say anymore, even though it SOUNDS innocent enough. this has been a recurring theme lately. it appears from my point of view to mainly be alex's fault. as per usual.

there were probably more conversations of this nature at lunch, but my brain tends to shut off around donna and alan. for it's own safety. as long as i have coke at the time, i tend to be perfectly happy with this arrangement, so it doesn't overly matter.

and then comms, near the end, provided a trainwreck of a conversation involving gillis and tang. I have written on my pad here "Mr Men + Utilitarianism + Gang Rape + Necrophilia" i'm just not going to say anymore.