Its a saturday and I am recovering from a hangover. These are details that belong in a diary not a blog. (Note to self). I'm new to this blogging thing. Sure, some people probably overuse the diary aspect of blogging, using it to spill their innermost guts and crap into electronic space. Me, I'm using this as a practical tool that I can use everyday, to sharpen my writing skills. In particular, I'd like to get more of a sense how my thinking in "I" sentences comes out on paper. I'm starting research for my PhD, fieldwork, and I am using autobiography method to write up my results. Obviously I want to get the right balance of voice. Blogging will help me during my fieldwork also, so I have to go to the computer and blogg, it will be like my fieldwork diary. It is good because I need to be reminded the public nature of my thesis writing --- that although it is autobiographical, that it is also a public document meant to be shared. Already my mind is tired today. That's because I got drunk last night, and the mind tends to shut down when it gets drunk...I have read about chakras, the energy points on the body, and it seems to me that its the lower three chakras that especially are affected by alcohol. Let's say other of mankind's older drugs (not the new synthetic ones) like marijauna or magic mushrooms, those are very much in the third eye chakra. Coffee, I think coffee feels like a throat and crown chakra. What the hell do I know? All I know is that I got in a fight last night while drunk. I smashed a glass cup and held it up to this guys chest, as I had taken his phone holding it for ransom because he tried to say that he didn't steal my ten dollars. I know he stole my ten dollars. And while it seems like an over reaction to break a glass and hold it to his chest, it was the principle of the matter. I laughed while I held the bottle in one hand and his cell phone in the other out of his reach while saying "Give me my ten dollars back and I'll give you your phone back!" This went on for about five minutes or longer. My friends I came with made him reach into his godamn pockets and he fished out 7.50, but the thing was that I had given him 10 dollars for a 2 dollar game of pool...but the pool table didn't even take dollars, it was a change only table, so I'm wondering where the hell did my paper money go??? That was the irrational thing about it. HE started the irrationality...I just followed madly up on it. I think the clubgoers outside thought it was funny. One guy was like "WOW" I guess NZ has never seen how titas fight. I was with some proper-raised Tongan girls. Tongan girls in the states are more wild. Everything in the States is more wild. me and NZ have nothin in common. I don't drink well and I don't sit and watch rugby well. That excludes me from about 98% of social activity in this country.