How many times in your life have you been thinking something, or just about to text some random comment, and the person you'd intended to send it to sends the same thing to you first?
It's happening more and more to me. If I could channel this shit I'd make millions.
There's something out there, more than just science and trees.
Away from the strange world of the coincidence inexplicable, I'm taken up still by late nights (both in the pub and out), homelessness and general upintheairedness.
It's fun and frustrating in equal measure.
The last few days. A rundown. Thursday and Greaney in Neary's after dinner with Julianne and her troup. Greaney's an awful man. Moving to Spain he is. I wish him luck.
Friday was Emma's art exhibition on Stephen's Green, and then pint and pint again with Etaoin and Johnny in O'Donoghues. Pissedo drunko lockedo fuckedo. To Saturday and Quinns where we watched the Liverpool match, was spent by the evening and passed out at 7.30. For twelve hours.
This is all very humdrum, I know, but I've been on the lash a good bit so need to keep myself updated.
What else? It's Wednesday now. And I'm hungover.