I wonder why forever never dies

This is a five minute update:

I had a dream tonight which I'll turn into a horror movie. It was influenced by Kevin because there were tons of people wearing cartoon masks and carrying machine guns - they were trying to kill me. They always are.

They told me at work they were hiring a new temp, also called Oliver, so I came to work expecting my doppleganger, competition, I hate running into other Olivers. When Olivers get together, the weather turns freaky, the laws of nature go into reverse and BAD things happen. But God must be on my side because a girl arrived today, called Taryn, and she doesn't ressemble at all an Oliver.

I ate a plate of sphagetti and bolognese sauce for lunch. The canteen was packed with Education students. They all wear cardigans, glasses, perky looks on their faces. My throat still tickles so I drink a lot of herbal tea. I pee a lot too. And I bought some Soothers but I know it won't be of any help.

Taking the bus from hell No. 18 home is always an interesting experience: B.O. from unlikely sources, obnoxious french girls who cuss me under their breath just because I shoved my crotch in their face, brazilian immigrants who speak appaling portuguese and like to brag about spending 3 days sleeping on the street, and the other assortment of poorly paid workers who lose bits of their dignity everyday when they use public transportation.

Above all, I miss being a slacker. Getting close to the end of The Secret History. Did you notice that the book's cover has the goddess Diana (or Camilla in the Roman mythology) killing a deer? (Diana was the goddess of hunters.) Hmmmm... I wonder if that's a clue.