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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Thursday 27 March 2008 (Day View)
27.03.2008 – Thursday 27 March – Rambling
- • I managed to sleep in—or more accurately, I managed to get up.
- • Picked Stella up from Roma Street Station. I now have incessant background music again.
- • Drove to Maz’s, then went rollerblading with Maz and Stella, before driving back to Maz’s and watching a few things on his media centre.
- • It’s somehow got late.
- • Late at night, from time to time, a strange thing happens. If you’ve ever woken and not been able to figure out where you are, or which way up you’re lying on your bed, you’ll know what I mean—I feel as though I am back in my caravan in Rossville. It just comes to me—some sensation that’s tied to me being in that caravan. I’m aware it’s happening, but it is quite disorienting, as I become aware that I’m back in my caravan, sitting in front of my computer, as I used to when I lived there, yet at the same time, I’m consciously aware that I am not actually there. It’s a little scary. It’s probably a sign that I should go to bed.