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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
of course
it's the most beautiful day today. holy mother of fucksticks, it is
beautiful. clear, blue skies that go on forever and a gentle breeze cooling you off just as you get too warm. motherfuckers. it was so beautiful today. i walked around all day. took a photo of myself crying. i hate goodbyes. i hate them, even goodbye to a place that i don't like. i see the people and think about their lives and that fucking cliche "the humanity" and how we're all just trying to get by and find people to spend our time with. and walking down the royal mile and seeing the water and hearing those fucking bagpipes (i love bagpipes) one gets a bit weepy. the city seems so different. not as crowded. they've been tearing the venues down since last night. took a final walk through the pleasance courtyard to see them take the shack we called home away. so weird and different. arthur's seat, this enormous mountain thing looms behind the courtyard and looked quite inviting, so i thought i'd climb it. it was nice. it was difficult, but i hiked up for about half an hour and took some photos. i love people stopping to smoke when climbing mountains. it seems great.seems like a perfect thing to do when climbing a mountain. we'll be back tomorrow. that will fucking RULE ASS! went back to the flat and victor informed me that he had found a bag full of change that he'd been keeping. i'd been keeping a bunch of change as well so we headed off to negociants to have some goodbye nachos. one of the great moments were when we had the nachos there the first time. we had thought that we were doomed on the food front and those negociants nachos.... not great, but fuck they were good that night. they were perfect today. perfect. we had 14 pounds in change and the nachos plus the sodas came to 13.70. i had an extra pound coin in my pocket. we called the waitress over and showed her our stacking method and she seemed fine with the bucket of change. so. good nachos and it was as if they were free. something about paying for something in change makes it feel like it's fucking free. self delusion is cool. i'll be kicking caffeine when i get back. i did it before and it's not pretty. headaches, etc. oy. i'm at beanscene coffee now. they have the worst wi-fi in the world. if i turn my machine sideways, i lose my connection. sometimes it takes 1/2 an hour to connect. fucking fuck. they also play three movies: men in black, good morning viet nam and crouching tiger, hidden wire. they seem to have added a new star wars movie. perfect time for me to leave the country. the weather was so nice today i thought "you know, maybe i *will* come back next year!" fuck. soon i will be at home. logging what goes on before, during and after producing the two person show "Dean Cameron's Nigerian Spam Scam Scam" at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and beyond.
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