Last Night - Uncle Vanya
Noonie and I discover in the car on the way home that we both wanted Sonia to have stolen the morphine. We wanted her to kill herself or, better still, Helena. Now that would have been something.
It was almost worth it for the curtain call though. A line of eight people slightly more dour than a whole week in Budapest.
On the way home I give the homeless man a dollar but he doesn't even know. He's sitting cross-legged on the footpath outside the 7-11 and he's asleep. I buy a Cherry Ripe and a Fanta and blame Hickson Road Chinese.
There's a sleepy cockroach in my room and I kill it with one brown canvas and rope wedge and think of Pete the Bugsquasher.
My second clock-radio of the year has become a radio. I try to set the time by the display panels that are left but it's hard to tell whether the alarm is set for AM or PM. Noonie says the perfect house has an electronics vortex.
It was almost worth it for the curtain call though. A line of eight people slightly more dour than a whole week in Budapest.
On the way home I give the homeless man a dollar but he doesn't even know. He's sitting cross-legged on the footpath outside the 7-11 and he's asleep. I buy a Cherry Ripe and a Fanta and blame Hickson Road Chinese.
There's a sleepy cockroach in my room and I kill it with one brown canvas and rope wedge and think of Pete the Bugsquasher.
My second clock-radio of the year has become a radio. I try to set the time by the display panels that are left but it's hard to tell whether the alarm is set for AM or PM. Noonie says the perfect house has an electronics vortex.
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