This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ach, my pie's falling apart. "Well, use a knife and fork!" Today, my chest hurts. I think that I ate especially poorly, this week. Largely because I didn't really get around to sleeping, and days got all screwed-up. Ah, well, I'm sure it'll pass. Or I shall. In London, prior to this unhealthy jaunt through the domain of the sleepless. 'twas fine. Still expensive and full of Americans. For any of you that know/remember her, and may still be reading here (I expect you've all long since died or given-up on me, but I can't be sure), I met the tealady herself, AKA LG. Aww. There was a moment of panic when, after receiving a text asking whether or not I'd made it to Waterloo (I had), my phone spluttered and died. Yay, I'm poor and alone in London, for the whole day, again! I suppose I'd have been okay with that, I just felt bad about apparently blanking LG. But then we found each other anyway, and all was well, so it's a pretty boring tale of panic. Oh, but I did slam my finger in the door pretty hard. 's okay, now. Oh! My to-sum-up-LG quote! "Yeah, I fackin' laaave history!", more or less. Yep, so, London was good, at least part of it. Then I came back and took part in the shifting of three and a half tonnes of gravel, and managed to stagger into a doorframe at one point, while carrying a sack of broken rock bits. Somehow, it was the non-banged-into-a-door-frame shoulder that ended up bruised. Ho hum. I can't remember what else I wanted to say. This is because I got distracted, watching Run Lola, Run (man, my German sucks more than it used to. What the feck is going on, now?). Oh, well. Good day, everyone. 2:11 a.m. - 2006-09-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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