Late night rambling

I can't sleep.

Not only is it damn hot and stuffy, but the natives are restless. Our street is usually quiet at night, but for some reason the hordes have decided that this night is perfect for standing around outside our bedroom window, yelling. Or driving extremely loud vehicles up and down - please note that this is a one way street.

So here I am, it's 1.27 am and I'm wide awake and pissed off.

And despite the cretins filling up the street, I have that late night when everybody else is asleep feeling of being completely alone in the world. It's not a feeling I particularly enjoy.

I don't mind being alone, I actually rather like it, but there's something vaguely unsettling about being awake when you're supposed to be sleeping. Like the whole world population suddenly died and left you, but not to fulfill your daydreams of going into all the shops and take whatever you like because you're the last person on earth, more like you're just going to sit around in your living room for the rest of your solitary life and wonder why the hell you were spared.

Still, the grunts and squeals from the street proves that at least the intellectually challenged are still around.

In an attempt to amuse myself a bit while being the last person on earth, I've revisited the Mark Lanegan fanforum, which is a nice, amusing fanforum (completely unlike the abusive imbecile-riddled Tears forum, I might add), and where there often are bootlegs to download (but not now) and cute discussions about pony farms and meth side effects. And an utterly endearing 213 (!) page thread about what's your favourite word.
Plus, I just found a link to the Profanisaurus there, and this is officially among my favouritest web sites now. My enjoying this site could however be induced by lack of sleep, gods know that does terrible things to my sense of humour. Fnarr fnarr, to employ a Profanisaurus term.

And now I can, like, totally not find the logout clickee in that forum, like.


Found it.

And it's now 2.19 and I desperately need sleep. Sounds like the morons decided they do too, it's a lot more quiet.

It could mean that I actually am the last person on earth now.

Drunkenness and disorder in saints' honour

Of course, the reason why the hordes were doing their best to disrupt my sleep last night, was that they were celebrating St. John's Day. The only bloody saint's day Norwegians celebrate, although I wonder if anyone in this non-catholic country even knows it's a religious festival.

I had completely forgotten. I just don't register things like that, when everybody gathers to do something that doesn't interest me at all. I usually manage to remember New Year's Eve, but Constitution Day always comes as a surprise. I hate the collective let's get drunk and aren't we having fun days.

In fact, I'm not much in favour of any kind of planned gathering.

If a friend calls and we have a drink and more friends show up and the whole thing develops into a binge, fine. In these cases I only stay as long as I have fun, and that may easily be until closing time and then some, but at planned gatherings/dinners/parties etc. I have to sit around pretending to enjoy myself even if I'm not, calculating when is the earliest point I can leave without pissing off my man or the hosts. I very, very rarely have fun at such events, I just get tired and annoyed because I'm wasting my time.


Oh, this is going to be a wonderful day, I can tell.