Yes, I know. I promised to be a better blogger-commentwriter this year. Have you seen me around? Well, yep, neither have I. Instead of being with my virtual and more fleshy friends, I have overworked by writing boring agreements in the office. My family don't recognize me anymore. Tumbleweeds pass by my deserted blog. My Facebook friends send me invitations, which I keep ignoring.
Friends... earlier I used to have just two kind of friends: friends and penpals.
Now I have one close friend, bunch of workfriends, hobbyfriends, gooddayfriends, goodoldfriends, blogfriends, flickrfriends, facebookfriends...
I guess in order to save time I have to start combining things.
I start announcing loudly (every hour) what I am doing and how I am feeling just at the moment.
I draw lousy graffitis on my friends' walls.
I send everyone letters saying "see what happens", but nothing happens.
I start buying expensive drinks to persons who I have seen once in the beginning of the 90s.
I ask seldom people on the street which colour and vegetable they are.
I bite people when I feel like to be a vampire again.
I troutslap and toiletpaper people at work.
About my non-existent book - I’ve long been fascinated by the saga of Jim Crace’s Useless America, a book that never existed but, thanks to a typing error or a misheard phone call or...
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