The Book of Ashes

Wednesday 11:35AM

Time erodes and muddles those memories that once came sharp and clear. Now you can't remember quite if it was youngest brother or your second youngest brother that leant on your sisters birthday pavalova and squashed it in half, or if it was 10 or only 8 weetbix that you could eat in one setting. These trivialities matter not though as it is the story that counts and it sounds just as good either way so you tell the story for the thousanth time. But what annoys me most is when you tell a good story, you sit back satisfied at having conveyed a vivid set of imagery and the person you told it to says, Yeah you told me that already. Damn, how are you meant to keep track of all the stories you've ever told anyone? Its too hard, but it sucks when you keep telling the same stories over and over again. I guess thats why you have to keep going out and making new ones. Let the old ones sink back into the deep recesses of the mind, there to call upon when you're in need of a classic tale, but not for everyday consumption. I don't want my mind to fail, to forget what I've said, where I've been, or what the name of the girl was that I had a crush on at school. I will endevour to keep the mind sharp.

Nuff said, what about today? Well walking to work this morning I bumped into Fiona again. I keep giving her a fright when I walk up behind her and say hi. I think maybe I need to wear bells on my shoes or something so that she can hear me coming from a distance. So anyway what about that big orange wall in Courtenay Place and the huge Crane in the middle?

Work today was ok. I went to a client site and worked on a problem for a while and just couldn't see where these bad values were coming from. I ended up going back to them to try the process again and it all worked sweet. Someone must have fixed the values and some stage and not told anyone to reprocess the data. Doh! Yeah sorry to bore you with that one. I think an anonomous letter was being written to the newspapers tonight about a certain incident that occured on the weekend.

Jogged some of the way home. Realised that my cross trainers are way more bouncy than my working shoes. Also a suit and jacket don't help to run in. Yes I went to uni and have a degree, honours actually, I just aren't always that on to it in real life :P

Did I mention how theres nothing to do without TV? You have to like, read and stuff... You may have noticed a few bigger words in tonights entry, I am learning. I have started writing a list of words I find in the book that I don't understand 100%. You know how when you read a word you get the general gist of what it means but you have heaps of trouble trying to explain it. Well I am looking up the meanings for all those words. I be the grammer king soon e-nuff. I might even stick in some kind of wanky word generator or something onto the site just for you yuppies out there :) Ok back to tonight, I had just started dishes and Fiona came over and offered to let me and my chocie chip biccies come watch Friends. How could I refuse? I had only watched 30mins of TV from the day before so I was deprived. Note to self - add some kind of spell check functionality into the diary entry screen cause my spelling sucks. So spent the night talking to Fiona and Amy and Hemi and Char for a short while. They are real nice people and remind me of Dunners people cause they got a couch outside and they like talking heaps.

Thoughts flicker and die as the brain shuts down for sleep. Memories and ideas try to break through to the concious mind but fall back forgotten and neglected before they are even noticed into the chaos that is the subconcious. The brain begins to rejuvenate as it prepares for another day of drugery