Today I...
Today I chipped away at my To Do list.
I burnt a CD for a friend, then I realised that I didn't have any CD cases.
Trip to Tesco, then, since I also needed more tomato sauce (and bread and stuff).
While at Tesco I also bought some C4 envelopes (the envelope version of A4, not the explosive). The idea being that I was going to make good on my plan to mail the latest Alt Mag to Australia.
At home I started watching Tora Tora Tora, the movie about the events leading up to the attack on Pearl Harbour. I found it pretty captivating, especially given that today was 7th of December (indicating that somebody at ITV decided to be clever/commerative).
Next I set out to go to Stratford, meaning to get some cash out of the one ATM I'm sure is not skimmed, but some fruit then hit the post office and mail the envelope. A sound plan in theory.
In practise, the Central line was suspended in both directions because somebody threw themselves in front of a train. Then getting onto the 257 to Stratford was a re-enactment of the last days of Saigon, 1975. Then traffic held up the bus.
Eventually I made it to Stratford, grabbed the cash and the fruit and discovered that the Central Line was still out. Repeat of the Last days of Saigon, then heavy traffic slowing the bus down to a crawl.
I think I finally got to the Post Office at about five, only to discover that on Saturdays it closes at one. The shop attached to the Post Office stays open til seven, but the Post Office Punks pike out just after lunch.
So I still haven't mailed the magazine, meaning I still suck. But not as much as the Post Office does.
Anyways, this evening I chilled out by cooking myself a mincey-saucey-pasta-ey Spag Bol while listing to the Ambient half of the Sulphuric Saliva double CD I bought.
Off to Slimes soon.
Over and out.
-J
I burnt a CD for a friend, then I realised that I didn't have any CD cases.
Trip to Tesco, then, since I also needed more tomato sauce (and bread and stuff).
While at Tesco I also bought some C4 envelopes (the envelope version of A4, not the explosive). The idea being that I was going to make good on my plan to mail the latest Alt Mag to Australia.
At home I started watching Tora Tora Tora, the movie about the events leading up to the attack on Pearl Harbour. I found it pretty captivating, especially given that today was 7th of December (indicating that somebody at ITV decided to be clever/commerative).
Next I set out to go to Stratford, meaning to get some cash out of the one ATM I'm sure is not skimmed, but some fruit then hit the post office and mail the envelope. A sound plan in theory.
In practise, the Central line was suspended in both directions because somebody threw themselves in front of a train. Then getting onto the 257 to Stratford was a re-enactment of the last days of Saigon, 1975. Then traffic held up the bus.
Eventually I made it to Stratford, grabbed the cash and the fruit and discovered that the Central Line was still out. Repeat of the Last days of Saigon, then heavy traffic slowing the bus down to a crawl.
I think I finally got to the Post Office at about five, only to discover that on Saturdays it closes at one. The shop attached to the Post Office stays open til seven, but the Post Office Punks pike out just after lunch.
So I still haven't mailed the magazine, meaning I still suck. But not as much as the Post Office does.
Anyways, this evening I chilled out by cooking myself a mincey-saucey-pasta-ey Spag Bol while listing to the Ambient half of the Sulphuric Saliva double CD I bought.
Off to Slimes soon.
Over and out.
-J
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