OH HAI

I´M IN UR ROOM

POSTIN´ON UR BLAG

 

at my estimation

since this morning, i have used:

four separate handkerchiefs (each one drenched and redrenched about sive times over, meaning that if i had had a limitless supply of handkerchiefs, i would have used something like twenty-four.

probably about twenty tissues (used to the point where they lose integrity) since i bought both a box and a pocket-pack at the chemist on crown street. buying things at surry hills pharmacies is an utterly claustrophobic experience, because, if you don’t look enough like a yuppie (yuppies can of course be addicts, but they can probably afford to pay for everything still. i’m guessing that when they reach the point of stealing shit from chemists, they probably don’t look like such clean-cut yuppies anymore) you get a sales assistant asking you CAN I HELP YOU WITH SOMETHING?????? the second you set foot inside the store.

three telfast-imitation, once-a-day antihistamines.

needless to say, i’m a little over this whole fucking hay-fever thing. i’ve pretty much come to the decision that i am not going to live permanently in sydney. australia maybe. but sydney, no fucking way.