It is Sunday once more and I feel ill-prepared to face the world. I have very little motivation to walk, to sleep, to even eat. At the moment my life is full of dilemmas and junctions, but I think the reality of it is that this has always been the case and only now have I come to take such things seriously.

Last night I unceremoniously ran into a door and hurt my head. I’m fortunate that I have a fringe. It was Jon’s birthday. Jon is the owner of the nightclub Jazzit on the RCA strip of venues. Every time I go to Jazzit an absurd amount of oddities seem to occur. I can’t explain it.

A girl I had met asked me if I was gay last night. That was perhaps the one-millionth time someone has asked me that very same question. Google analytics also tells me that there are number of gay- and ladyboy-related websites linking to Whatismatt.com (which is great; I want a diverse readership). However, I like girls, although girls are forever the source of my uncertainty in life. Once again last night I said “Hello” to a number of people I did not recognize.

And do you want to know what I did yesterday? I rode the Skytrain… all day. That was it. I had nothing to do and decided to ride the Skytrain, partly as some sort of social experiment and partly for my column in a Bangkok magazine. The experiment was partially successful, albeit very boring.

I really hurt my head yesterday. I feel sick. But one thing that has cheered me up this morning is my remembering that I walked into my local 7-Eleven and saw the dog that I hate asleep on the floor in the potato-chip section of the store.

This is the dog that often bites me, so I was more than a little happy to see him at his lowest.

The girl in 7-Eleven was also surprised to see the dog, whose name is Giaow, in the store.

Attempts to move him proved futile. This dog was a lifeless carcass and it was a little sad to see him like this. He was unresponsive to both kicks and slaps. I even gave him a little kick as retribution for all the times he tried to attack me, but somehow the action was hollow.

Also, it was pointed out to me yesterday that there is a blog named WhereisDavid.com. Apologies to the owner of this site if he thinks I have ripped him off. I had not seen WhereisDavid.com until this morning.

Techno’ tags: Life, Sundays