Tiiired today. Idoru, Count Zero and No Maps For These Territories arrived though – yay. My right leg’s giving me shit, where I tore my calf muscle rescuing Frosty in 2007. Head’s thick and I’m tired too – 4hrs sleep last night … gf off to the mountains with her colleagues. I’ll see her on Sat. I wrote 1400 words of a cyberpunk thingy… what? Not even a very short story. Flash fiction? No clue. Anyway, did that. Hectic storm earlier … got my linen off the line just before it and just after I watched the other 1/2 of Kung Fu Panda. What can I say, I’m an intellectual.
The photo isn’t mine, for once – my gf took it and sent it to me yesterday. Wow, yesterday seems like a loooong time ago. I miss her – dissociating a bit, it seems like the only way to get through sometimes.
Sat awake last night – well after midnight, I thought fuckit and hopped back online, set up an Amazon wishlist; not that anyone’s gonna buy me anything off it, but I am Mturking again and so it’ll help me decide what to buy when I’ve earned enough.
My gf played my Lexulous moves this morning – she must know I trust her … never asked anyone that kind of favour before. She got me a bingo too!
I wonder if she’ll find this blog … babe if you do, please let me know hey?
Listening to Collective Soul – 7 Year Itch – blasted me right back to Stellies in the 90’s. Wow. I miss it.
Stuff to find..
“Coffee house” in Urdu, for the old lady
Passione – Paul Potts, for the fat doob roller
I hate downloading shite.
In other enthralling news, Lindt pistachio chocolate is utterly not worth the money.
No comments:
Post a Comment