Boredom Incarnate

2004-03-19 at 2:08 a.m.

Otherwise, I have done nothing. But tomorrow...tomorrow I will do something more exciting, I'm sure.

Spoke to my grandmother on the phone. Apparently my dad's work is laying off a load of guys up in the north and she was worried dad might be laid off too - not that that's likely, seeing as his job is to find the work for them.

Got a couple of job application forms through the post. Still going through them - one of them was deeply weird. It had a massive health questionnaire on it which wanted to know strange things like, do I wear glasses and what is my shoe size!!!! I also have to have a think about whether to tick yes or no over whether I have or have ever had a mental illness. I do not fancy getting the stigma really.

Think I'm getting withdrawal symptoms from GTA - I haven't shot anyone on it for a long time now. Haha.

Anyway, thats about it. My cold appears to be receding, though I still have a slight cough. I forgot to ask my dad to give me some money for tomorrow, but never mind. I'm sure my mum will give me some. I wish the bloody benefits office would get themselves moving and give me the £43 a week I am entitled to!

I'm listening to the Beautiful South right now so you are getting the joy of the lyrics to Woman in the Wall, which is a damn good song btw.

Woman in the Wall

He was just a social drinker but social every night
He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four
She was just a silent thinker, silent every night
He'd enjoyed the thought of killing her before.

Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober
And he didn't think the problem was his drink
But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over
And when the rotting flesh began to stink.

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all
I hear her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from hoover bags
Especially for the woman in the wall.

She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on
So he wore it everyday in every week
Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone
Pretended that he thought he beard her speak.

Then at last it seemed that he was really winning
He felt that he had some sort of grip
But all of his new life was sent a-spinning
When the rotting wall began to drip.

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