boats

My head is in a spin. Two things, not much more, but one would maybe expect this. Am a bit overwhelmed with thought processes. The one thing - it'll die down in a few days, I know this. Once I get my head around...it all.

It's not something I care or want to talk about, at least not here. It's even a bit trite. But let's talk about boats for a sec.

Boats aren't as efficient as, say trains. OK that's a bit thick and not the point. How some things can be too late, is the bottom line. Like how a boat leaves a harbour, and then that's it. Had the passenger bought a ticket in time, or even booked on Computicket, per se, maybe they would've caught the boat.

The lesson I suppose is to realise that boats do leave harbours from time to time. It's what they do. And the lesson is to never leave things too late in case it's the last boat of the week. I've already learnt this, so again this is not the point. I'm just talking boats here ok, don't analyse this.

I suppose it's comforting to know that some passengers always intended on getting on board, or in retrospect, regretted terribly not managing to board it. Or not checking the fucking departure schedule.

But then again, maybe the boat was just going to the wrong destination or maybe the person was meant to buy an Amtrack ticket instead. Maybe they're better Greyhound travelers. Get my drift? No. Probably not.

And really, don't even try or guess.

Nevermind. It's not important, especially now. It's not like this is an issue or anything. And well, I got shit to do. Like write my testicles off.

PS: Ovaries. I meant ovaries.