I managed to spend the entire day in bed again yesterday. Walking into my kitchen this morning I discovered the root cause - the pathetic remains of a litre of vodka I bought on Friday night on my way home from work. I'm now over that "I've pissed half of my weekend away in bed" feeling now, I kind of enjoy spending an entire day in bed with some "stay where you are matey, you're not going anywhere" music on and a good book (Will Self - How the dead live currently). It's better when you're not alone, I agree but a good day non the less.
That reminds me, I think it's time I found a woman. I found a perfect candidate on Friday night at Angus's record shop opening party. Cathy, the vague shards of my drunken memory tell me her name is. The problem is she's off to Uni at Leicester in a week, typical that the first person I find remotely attractive conversationally since moving here just under two years ago if buggering off in a week. I can't remember the gist of the conversation but I imagine is was mainly based around codshit. Good codshit though and I remember her being connected with her. Bugger.
Hmmm, five days of stubble - I might experiment with a scraggy beard. I'll see what I think once the novelty of rubbing my chin stubble wears off. My most recent Go-ped scars have nearly healed which means I'll be able to go to the gym again without fear of limb separation. Can't wait to get back into it again, although I know there'll be pain and that general "I'm going to die" feeling. Last time I did this they went and changed all of the equipment on me - it's kind of great having that newbie feeling again.
Right, it's nearly half past twelve in the afternoon and it looks like that last day of summer out there. My tactical purchase of a power kite several weeks ago promised us a couple of completely wind free weeks and the weather's been fantastic as result. I feel like being around people today but I know I skipped a party last night and most of the people here will be in some kind of aftermath state. time to be motivational.
Enjoy your day.
Choons involved in the production of this journal:
Jimi Hendrix - Angel
Eliades Ocha - Chan Chan
Elektrochemie - Schall
Jewel - Cleveland
Joy Division - Love will tear us apart
That reminds me, I think it's time I found a woman. I found a perfect candidate on Friday night at Angus's record shop opening party. Cathy, the vague shards of my drunken memory tell me her name is. The problem is she's off to Uni at Leicester in a week, typical that the first person I find remotely attractive conversationally since moving here just under two years ago if buggering off in a week. I can't remember the gist of the conversation but I imagine is was mainly based around codshit. Good codshit though and I remember her being connected with her. Bugger.
Hmmm, five days of stubble - I might experiment with a scraggy beard. I'll see what I think once the novelty of rubbing my chin stubble wears off. My most recent Go-ped scars have nearly healed which means I'll be able to go to the gym again without fear of limb separation. Can't wait to get back into it again, although I know there'll be pain and that general "I'm going to die" feeling. Last time I did this they went and changed all of the equipment on me - it's kind of great having that newbie feeling again.
Right, it's nearly half past twelve in the afternoon and it looks like that last day of summer out there. My tactical purchase of a power kite several weeks ago promised us a couple of completely wind free weeks and the weather's been fantastic as result. I feel like being around people today but I know I skipped a party last night and most of the people here will be in some kind of aftermath state. time to be motivational.
Enjoy your day.
Choons involved in the production of this journal:
Jimi Hendrix - Angel
Eliades Ocha - Chan Chan
Elektrochemie - Schall
Jewel - Cleveland
Joy Division - Love will tear us apart
That would be one cool shirt.