The cold hand of the cheese factory begins once again to exert its vice-like grip around my throat, choking my mood, placing lead in my heart and dampening some of the new found though infrequently spoken of enthusiasm for life.
Still, the laptop sounds like it's going to stop working, I'd like an MP3 player and a digital camera and I've less than two dollars in my bank account. Something's got to give as I believe they say.
I'll drop the car in to the garage today as it will only start on the move. This is fine getting to work as I live on top of a hill but the return journey is a little more problematic as I can't think of a suitable hill by the cheese factory, located as it is in the pit of despair.
I can afford to feel slightly up-beat about the prospect today (despite my dramatic opening statement) because it's always much worse than I fear. Today I feel like I'll be able to cope and will probably find it much more pleasant an experience now that my enthusiasm for writing has been rekindled.
My next entry however will no doubt be filled with prophesies of doom, a hatred for my life on the island and a general desire to be anywhere else in the world.
So, enjoy it while it lasts I say.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
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- beefandcheese
- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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