You get up late, because you have the morning as study-leave. Studying. Oh yes. Once you’ve realised you have no clean shirts, and had a half-hearted dig through the laundry mountain, and put a wash on, and then realised that this is of no use whatsoever as nothing will be dry in time, but hurrah, […]
Two more posts to go, and I stab myself in the palm in a freak knitting accident.
I have no idea what happened. I was smirking gently at the television [or, not paying attention - Ed], and knitting a sock. I put the sock down on the armrest of my chair. Vigorously. I had no idea […]
I went to lectures, I went to work, I met a friend after work, we had dinner, I trundled home again late in the evening, I have a post to write, oy vey. Did I mention I had a beer with my dinner? Attention-span now completely carbonized for the rest of the evening.
And it was […]
Dear Slightly Smelly Patron of the Library of Glum,
When I tell you we do not have that particular journal in the library, I do not mean we do have it, but I’m not telling you where. I do not mean we could have it, and it would take me a minute to run down the […]
Last week of NaBloPoMo, and what have we learned?
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Anything? Anyone?
Oh, very well, I’ll go first. I have learned that:
I am a shocking-bad commentator. I keep thinking ‘Oh, I’ll come back and say something later,’ and as we all know, later never comes. Shame shame shameshameshame. Bad Reed. Nasty Reed. Reed who doesn’t deserve any bloggy […]
Helen has tagged me. I am obediently obeying the tagging imperative. Did you all want to know seven more weird (in my opinion) things about me? That I haven’t mentioned before?
Ah well. It’s NaBloPoMo. I need blog fodder. Up with me we all shall put.
I am so, so scared of singing in public it isn’t […]
Among other things, S and I spent some of his birthday staring at a distressingly large crack in a concrete floor.
Oh, hey, it was free; and what is the point of being a Londoner if you don’t go and stare at any given piece of free art-becoming-street-theatre:
Photo taken by Simone Sartori
(Selection of further photos by […]
It’s S’s birthday today. He is 231 in dog years, and therefore highly deserving of breakfast in bed, a day at the art galleries, and all the peach bellinis a man can drink. So he got them.
S and I met when we were both seventeen, and both dating other people. One of the other people […]
Insomnia finally won the arse-kicking contest. This morning I got out of bed and walked heavily into the bathroom door-frame. Twice. I could see at least four door-frames before me, which wasn’t helping, also, I think I may have said something irritable. There’s a sort of lost half hour in which I seemingly did not […]
BT is spending the next few days messing with our phone-line. Either the Internet is there, or we can receive phone-calls, or neither, but never both. Don’t they know I have a NaBloPoMo target to achieve? Also, they are seriously interfering with my commentability. Sorry. I don’t hate you all at all, in fact I […]
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