*tap, tap* … is this thing on.. ah.. **cough** … it’s official ladies, gents and hermaphrodites, in OzLand it’s kick-off time for BEER O’CLOCK
(this advice brought to you by boot, at the behest of Keith)
Why are you all here?
There’s nothing like waking up in the morning to see that you’ve missed a short story’s worth of conversation to make you doubt your own ** POP **
TAGS: existential, time-zones, doubtFriday afternoons sometimes seem like the rest of the world has gone to bed early.
TAGS: time-zones, troglodyte“fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck” (or, I’m bored and there’s no one here to play with, so it must be time for beer).
TAGS: boredom, time-zonesHah-hah, it’s Friday afternoon, beer o’clock is a matter of hours away and I’ve got the afternoon off work.
TAGS: bugger-off, time-zonesSometimes, on a Monday, I come to Scrine for some cheer-me-up or weird-me-out entertainment and then, sadly, I realise it’s still Sunday night for most of you.
TAGS: time-zones, mondaysI need a big shiny red button that I can push when I feel the need for the company of other Scriners, hopefully one that will reach towards their slumbering forms and swiftly prod them in the buttocks.
TAGS: camaraderie, lonely, time-zones, prod, slumberingThe trick of living in a very different timezone is that you are sometimes unaware that there was/is a special day, but the treat is that Friday always gets here first.
TAGS: time-zones, tricky, treat