Two things:
I just almost got hit bit a motorbike. My hands are shaking and I actually screamed. Literally, if I had stepped forward half a second earlier I would be dead by now. He was speeding down the outside of the traffic, which was stopped at the lights and Elly and I were crossing between a car and a bus. He came out of nowhere, way too fast, and had to slam his breaks on. Then had the audacity to tell me to cross at a crossing. I was crossing at a fucking crossing! I gave him a mouthful. He called me fat. I wished him dead. And sincerely meant it.
I hope the fucker dies before he has a chance to kill someone else. Like the motorcyclist who killed my friend Bob when he was seventeen.
Fucker.
The other thing was the alarming news about the halted attacks, this morning. I wondered why I kept hallucinating that any passenger plane I saw was exploding.
Goddamn precognition*!
I thought I was having some really fucked up desire to be involved in one of those things!
Oh yeah - and a third thing: I have been swapped into another role for the play-reading. I'm playing Bella, now.
*Listen, sceptics - it makes me feel better. Let me believe it. The alternative is that I am seriously fucked up, okay?
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