I hate crowds.

Guh. I hate crowds.

Last night we went to a free open air gig and my House personality was out in full force. The gig was ok and the buffet dinner was ok, but the badly dressed ugly showing off, rude people woke up the the worst in me.

Ok. I was cranky hyper before going out too. Too little sleep, too many emotions, too many hours waiting for the plumber listening to the shower drip.

But so many people out with the only aim to see and to be seen...so many people dressed not according to their bodies but according to the shops windows...simply got to me.

Let's hope that a nice morning in the water swimming (obviously if there is enough room to swim) improve things. 

Right gotta go. Be back later on my meditations on why Lost is like one of those 70s Stoner posters, the ones they sell you telling you that if you look well enough you are going to see a face, and you can never see it, doesn't matter how hard you try, until you get high enough on alcohol, sugar your addictive of choice and then you see the face...only not to be able to see it again once you resume whatever it passes as normality for you.