How quick can I blog?
I have ten minutes in which to blog.
Here goes:
I crawled into bed at Ten Pm last night.
And surprise surprise, I slept in.
Though here is the funny part: when I finally got out of bed, the time was only quarter to twelve.
When I'm not working I can easily not get my lazy ass out of bed before two or three.
In any case, I had a list of things that needed doing today, starting with some washing, so I hit the ground running on that.
While I was waiting for a load to be done I entertained myself playing Opeth, Washing the Dishes (I had a big backlog of dishes to be washed because I hadn't washed any this week: too busy) and lifting barbells.
After all my work clothes and most of my towels were done I jumped in the shower (can't shower while washing because of hot water conflicts) and put all my overdue library books into two bags.
Taking the bag that I thought was going to Stratford Library I hit Leytonstone High Road and waited twenty minutes longer than I should have had to for the 257 going up the street. In that time I looked in the nearby charity shop and found some suits that might bear closer inspection.
When I got to Stratford Library I was dismayed to find that the books that I thought were going to that library were, for the most part, actually going to Leytonstone Library. There you go kids, never pet a burning dog and always check your library books before leaving home.
Bus down to the flat, get the books, Leytonstone Library and back up to Stratford.
Paying the fines as I went.
I used the busrided to Stratford to read the book on Screen Printing that I had borrowed out that apparently someone else really wanted. It was full of technical information, but since it written in 1963 it was behind the beat on all the developments that have come about in the past 42 years.
While at Stratford Library I borrowed 2 trade paperbacks (Battle of the Planets and Preacher: Until the End of the World (which they had been holding for me)) and I also borrowed out Glamorama by Brett Easton Ellis. I found that last one in the Teenage Fiction Department. Geez, interesting interpretation of Teenage Fiction, but hey, I haven't read the book yet.
Back home, pull white clothes out of washer, iron some clothes, go next door to hang with new neighbours who had invited me in (only white boy in the room) and then back home to finish the Strength Through Joy logo, which I have just printed out here at Haffs.
It came out okay, although having it in front of me I can see a couple of faults. Oops.
I'm just about to go home to get changed into my "I'm going dancing at an Industrial Music Club" Clothes.
And I intend to get home at a reasonable hour.
Heh.
Over and out.
J
Here goes:
I crawled into bed at Ten Pm last night.
And surprise surprise, I slept in.
Though here is the funny part: when I finally got out of bed, the time was only quarter to twelve.
When I'm not working I can easily not get my lazy ass out of bed before two or three.
In any case, I had a list of things that needed doing today, starting with some washing, so I hit the ground running on that.
While I was waiting for a load to be done I entertained myself playing Opeth, Washing the Dishes (I had a big backlog of dishes to be washed because I hadn't washed any this week: too busy) and lifting barbells.
After all my work clothes and most of my towels were done I jumped in the shower (can't shower while washing because of hot water conflicts) and put all my overdue library books into two bags.
Taking the bag that I thought was going to Stratford Library I hit Leytonstone High Road and waited twenty minutes longer than I should have had to for the 257 going up the street. In that time I looked in the nearby charity shop and found some suits that might bear closer inspection.
When I got to Stratford Library I was dismayed to find that the books that I thought were going to that library were, for the most part, actually going to Leytonstone Library. There you go kids, never pet a burning dog and always check your library books before leaving home.
Bus down to the flat, get the books, Leytonstone Library and back up to Stratford.
Paying the fines as I went.
I used the busrided to Stratford to read the book on Screen Printing that I had borrowed out that apparently someone else really wanted. It was full of technical information, but since it written in 1963 it was behind the beat on all the developments that have come about in the past 42 years.
While at Stratford Library I borrowed 2 trade paperbacks (Battle of the Planets and Preacher: Until the End of the World (which they had been holding for me)) and I also borrowed out Glamorama by Brett Easton Ellis. I found that last one in the Teenage Fiction Department. Geez, interesting interpretation of Teenage Fiction, but hey, I haven't read the book yet.
Back home, pull white clothes out of washer, iron some clothes, go next door to hang with new neighbours who had invited me in (only white boy in the room) and then back home to finish the Strength Through Joy logo, which I have just printed out here at Haffs.
It came out okay, although having it in front of me I can see a couple of faults. Oops.
I'm just about to go home to get changed into my "I'm going dancing at an Industrial Music Club" Clothes.
And I intend to get home at a reasonable hour.
Heh.
Over and out.
J
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