I wish someone’d said that last night. Stomach cramps all day, more than is reasonable visits to the littlest room, and now I really don’t feel like eating any dinner. Point of fact, at this very moment, I feel like running to the bathroom and hurling up my entire gastro-intestinal tract.
A trifle unwell.
I’ve actually done fuck-all apart from watching Films; there should be some reviews up in a bit. I also slapped two rather rapid coats of paint on my dash / associated components. All should be set for me learning to spray, uh, soon. Mebby tomorrow, if I feel enthusiastic.
FOX : The Swan
Is this not the most terrifying and damning inditement of [our] culture?
I find the premise of this show simply horrific, it is just….wrong.
Apply mango to jumper.
Wash with stain remover.
Wash with strong stain remover.
Be pissed off. Jumper is now permanently stained.
I slept really well last night, felt really good when I got up, then started sneezing.
Took my allergy stuff and it’s had *no* effect whatsoever. I keep sneezing almost constantly; my head feels like it’s full of treacle and, generally I feel rough. Nyargh.
….astounds me. To park across my driveway, when the street is full of empty spaces….
Anyway, the owner eventually buggered off….while talking on his mobile, so would the owner of L173KMJ, a Red Vauxhall Cavalier like to take a bow. You are my “Arsehole of the day” :-)
…owning another moggie.
Split Screen, Series II, 803cc, crap gearbox, export version, dirty grey morris minor.
Actually, I’ve thought about this a lot, discussed it almost endlessly with my housemate, my friends, etc, and I think the car is within the bounds of my abilities; just about; if I have some help. Of course, this means clearing the garage…..
I should be working, actually, I should have just come out of a lecture but instead I’m sat at home (due to an absence of parking space). I’ve got another lecture in an hour, so I’ll be heading over to that. I should be tidying if I’m not working, but I can’t face it. My desk now has about 6 or 7 inches of paper and books and screwdrivers and wire and pens and folders piled on it. This is because we reorganised the house at the weekend; we reorganised the house and, well, it’s much better. More needs doing though. So I should be tidying.
If I’m not tidying I should be exercising, but I’m here. Why am I here? ‘cos there’s not enough time to have a shower. Maybe I’ll do some sit-ups and some pilates when I get round to Vic’s.
BPI.co.uk News Content
Yay! Alienate your consumers! Make them hate you! That’ll make them want to buy more of your products….
So, for ages now I’ve been thinking about sticking BeOS on my old K6-II (the one that’s destined for the garage); why? Because Windows is too virus prone, Linux too slow, RISC OS unavailable and FreeBSD too much like work. BeOS, I recalled, from my university days was quick, small, and pleasant. [hopeless geekitude follows] Continue reading “Be adventurous!”
It’s all going a bit pear shaped; while in the shower I dropped a nearly full bottle of conditioner on my toe, 25 minutes ago I smacked my arm really hard on the door handle while attempting to answer the phone (turn round and dash to the phone….only there’s a door in the way), and just to make things that teeny bit more perfect, I just managed to scrape the scab off my arm for the second time in two days, entirely by accident I hasten to add.
My arm is still ringing/aching with the shock of the incredibly hard bash I gave it.
Now I need to go and make my lunch, only I fear that it could be a dangerous process.
Oh, and I’m wildly overdrawn, fucked up and can’t afford to pay my CC bill until next week. I am, yes, a moron (and not, as I incorrectly typed, a mormon).