bedlam updates

(This is not a funny post, more a case of looking for useful feedback.) I got into Occupy because of Wikileaks, so I've decided I'm going to help the Wikileaks Party get into power, however I can. Already trusted expert activist mates have made it clear they're not feeling it, but I'm not feeling me missing out on this historic moment. I imagine a future where I'm asking myself why I thought I had anything better to do than back a freedom fighter. Oh he's not? Good times. My friends tell me the system is broken and they are right. Occupy is broken too. I was one of the people almost crushed along with the movement. I stuck it out and I'm still to see through one ongoing court case (and another much bigger one relating to The Eviction is being looked at as possibly a goer. In which case- if I lose- I'm up for thousands of dollars. But I'll take the risk.) People talk to me about grassroots movements and I get it- look at my videos from years ago

Went to a lovely wedding and didn't talk to people if I could help it because I really wanted to be back at the comedy festival joking with heartless comics about my little cancer scare. Fucking hell. I shouldn't have gone. I felt so bad about wanting to talk about cancer. I looked great though. I just could not face talking to other dudes, I knew I wasn't even slightly interested in anything they had to say and being me it would be written all over my awesome sunglasses. Partly it's a problem of not having kids, partly it's that the vibe in Castlemaine is so fucking nice. A fight involving bloodshed might have helped me relax. Purely as a spectator, mind. I love watching idiots hit each other. Instead of that I found myself getting way too into the blues band, sitting there by myself and giving it loads of "Oh shit! Now we're talking!" and "Damn!" and, "Mmm....MMM!" Like a total fucktard. I don't even like the blues but the

Yesterday I coughed up blood and though I went through no decision process that resulted in me thinking, "I have cancer", I did decide to go straight to the doctor just in case I had cancer and that made me cry because now I would have to clean up my shed because now I have cancer. I don't have cancer, I have mild bronchitis, but for a little while yesterday the only way to Not Panic was to use my time thinking about settling up my affairs, the most menacing aspect of which would be cleaning up my fucking dirty fucking shed. Fuck it's a mess. I couldn't stand leaving behind a shed that other people would look at and laugh, saying, "That Seany, he's a character!" As they tried to make sense of what the fuck I thought I was thinking as I filled my shed with what looks exactly like garbage sprayed from a cannon. I smoked cigarettes for twenty years and gave up after I started coughing uncontrollably at a meeting of Mildly Amusing Action Squad. One o