Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Holiday. Holiday. Holiday

I have definitely learnt how to rest. I am so god damn rested. I have thought of nothing for nearly two weeks now. I am afraid of the face in the wood on the wall. The face looks like an old man with a beard. It looks like he is an angry man.

Someone knocks on my door. I have never spoken to anyone before.

I forget about it.

Someone else knocks on my door. It might be the same person. Who would knock twice.

I do not answer the knock.

But what if it is a nude lady? I think that there is a small chance that it is a nude lady at my door. She could be lost and maybe a sandstorm stripped all of her clothes off. 

No way is it a nude lady at my door. The knock sounds quite manly. 

Maybe it is a gruff man. I don't speak any of the local language but I can't think of anything I could have done to upset anyone enough for them to knock on my door, to knock on my door twice. 

I quickly adjust my hair and make my way to the door. I try to open the door. I almost open the door. The door is pretty much stuck now. I can hear someone outside saying things. It sounds like this 'hhuug yug slinkism goodfread kollinc'.

I am never coming on holiday again. This has been the worst two weeks of my life. I have done nothing for two weeks and now an angry man is trying to communicate with me in another language.

I quickly try and fall asleep while I am standing by the door. I can't do it. The man keeps talking for twenty minutes. 

I don't know why but I think this would somehow be a good time to masturbate.


Is it good to masturbate in a foreign country while a man is trying to get into your house and you have half opened your door and are scared and he is speaking a foreign language to you while you masturbate?