All entries for Tuesday 01 February 2005
February 01, 2005
I mean questions which make you think "Why did they bother to ask that?"
Sometimes I wonder why people bother asking them.
I feel a song going offI found my walkman a couple of days ago. So I started looking through my tape collection. I found this one [I feel a song going off – Marty Feldman] in there, put onto cassette from a recording my dad made off the radio onto his reel-to-reel tape deck before I was born. It is a true classic [What else could it be with songs such as "Is it wrong to love an elephant"?]
Dude; I love you!
Yesterday was one of those days when I was filled with love for all humankind [enjoy it while you can, puny mortals – it won't last long]
First of all, I had a dream in which I was happy, and when I woke up, I was. Despite this being quite early and being woken by my housemate guffawing to something on the telebox. And going back to sleep, and waking up again later than I had intended to. Then came caffeine shot 1. Then on to campus, to the wrong lecture theatre, to the right lecture theatre and eventually home via age concern [the cool thing that they had last week hadn't been sold yet, so I bought it] and Somerfield [for coffee and hubba bubba]. Let's face it – there is no point buying coffee if you're not going to try it. Hence caffeine shots 2 and 3. And a sugar rush. A quick steak sandwich and then off to rehearsal. Which was dull as anything as about half of it was practising a bit we don't play in. So we sent the boy out for Haribo, which livened it up a little. Then to the bar. Which was good. Then to Top B. Which was also good. Then to the bus. There were lots of seats when I joined the queue, but somehow I got distracted [:-)] and by the time I got on, I had to sit in the luggage bit. To the person who was half sitting on me: Don't sweat it. And then home, to find that my housemate wanted to get rid of the rest of his vodka [about ¼ of a bottle]. Feeling as I was, I was not going to turn down a friend in need and thus volenteered to help him. Hence going to bed after 4 and waking up at 7:30 with an urgent need to empty my bladder. Anyway, moral of the story is that I'm either still pissed or still high on life. Either way, the time to hit me up for money is now.