tales from an ordinary world

1999-11-14

Can't sleep past 7am. Start the trek to Glen Waverley after 8 - the streets are deserted, save for the odd car or two. At Kooyong station I notice the train I'm waiting for, the 8:49, is only the second train of the day. It really has been a while since I was up this early on a Sunday.

Gin & Lime by the river - how else should one spend a Sunday afternoon ? I'm not sure what it is I like about this place called the "Transit Lounge" - the music's generally pretty crappy (yet another place that constantly plays that Delerium track that suddenly got "discovered" by commercial radio a year or two after its release. Bah.), it's right near the casino and so on, but somehow, if I'm wandering around the city and it's fairly sunny, I find myself strangely drawn to go and sit there and watch the people go by near the river.

So I sit, and ponder the battlefield of my skin - I'm still cursed with acne (or something) around my arms and shoulders. It'd probably be better if I could just leave it alone, but when you're in the shower, or wherever, well, it's just too hard. Once upon a time I tried those antibiotic things that everybody ends up trying, but to no avail - I remember another guy telling me how when he was on them, he felt like his skin was being stretched ? Something like that. Meanwhile, I felt nothing at all.

There seemed to be some sort of holiday exhibition thing across the road at Jeff's Shed - heaps of people were walking past with carrybags mentioning some holiday destination or other - China, Ireland, and so on. A mother and her teenage daughter, with arms of shopping bags, sat down nearby for a coffee and talked about some round-the-world trip they were planning.

Thought for the day - Is it possible to change the way you sneeze ? Everyone seems to have their own unique way of sneezing, which can often seem at odds with the rest of your personality. Can it be engineered in the same way ? How ? (and why ?)