Yay
Last night I covered a cello quartet that played metal (Metallica covers and some originals). Against expectation, it was a really good show. Tomorrow night I should be covering HIM, also from Finland.
Friday and Saturday I finished off my reviews and sent them over.
All of November I worked in a cafe.
As of the end of November I don't anymore. I'm not going to bitch about the job online this time, it just wasn't the right place, nor the right time and I wasn't the right person. Thems the breaks.
Speaking of breaks (uncharacteristically fatalistic words from me only used because it makes for a good segue), at the end of one of my shifts I managed to faint (exhaustion/skipped breakfast/etc), fall down a flight of stairs and bang my left thumb.
A few hours later, it was starting to really swell, so I took it to the UCL Hospital and had them x-ray it, revealing a break.
So for three weeks it was bound. Last Friday they unbound it and gave me a brace. Thursday I'm seeing the hand therapist. Sometimes I have to be glad of the NHS.
Monday Night I discovered that the boiler wasn't boiling, so I had a cold bath (with a jug of boiled water to take the edge off) and called the installers in the morning.
They called back, identified the problem (a water pressure issue) and talked me through remedying the situation.
To say that I was glad that the boiler was working again would be an understatement; it is currently fucking freezing outside! Overnight there was frost on cars, this morning there was frost on the grass in the courtyard of my block of maisonettes.
I keep threatening to wander down to Camden and get myself a parka. Something thick and fleecy that will keep the chill off. Not sure what style yet.
I've also been reading a lot lately. I finally finished Snow Crash, I've been reading Stephen King's On Writing and now I'm reading something called Contract by on Simon Spurrier, a comics writer who is veering towards writing straight prose. It's not bad; very stylishly written, but I'm wondering if there isn't a riff on American Psycho buried in there. Email me and I'll tell you what I mean.
In a minute I'm going to duck out, buy some concert tickets and then hunker down somewhere and write up my notes from last night.
I'm going to post more regularly again.
Lately I've just had a combination of time already occupied, energies diverted to other things and a desire to think on my own for a bit and keep my own counsel. Sometimes I prefer thinking over writing, even though I tend to treat writing as thinking out loud.
End note: I just received a package with some skin cream and soft soft. Yay. Winter, among other things, can be murder on the mittens, this stuff should help stop them from bleeding.
Over and out.
-J
Friday and Saturday I finished off my reviews and sent them over.
All of November I worked in a cafe.
As of the end of November I don't anymore. I'm not going to bitch about the job online this time, it just wasn't the right place, nor the right time and I wasn't the right person. Thems the breaks.
Speaking of breaks (uncharacteristically fatalistic words from me only used because it makes for a good segue), at the end of one of my shifts I managed to faint (exhaustion/skipped breakfast/etc), fall down a flight of stairs and bang my left thumb.
A few hours later, it was starting to really swell, so I took it to the UCL Hospital and had them x-ray it, revealing a break.
So for three weeks it was bound. Last Friday they unbound it and gave me a brace. Thursday I'm seeing the hand therapist. Sometimes I have to be glad of the NHS.
Monday Night I discovered that the boiler wasn't boiling, so I had a cold bath (with a jug of boiled water to take the edge off) and called the installers in the morning.
They called back, identified the problem (a water pressure issue) and talked me through remedying the situation.
To say that I was glad that the boiler was working again would be an understatement; it is currently fucking freezing outside! Overnight there was frost on cars, this morning there was frost on the grass in the courtyard of my block of maisonettes.
I keep threatening to wander down to Camden and get myself a parka. Something thick and fleecy that will keep the chill off. Not sure what style yet.
I've also been reading a lot lately. I finally finished Snow Crash, I've been reading Stephen King's On Writing and now I'm reading something called Contract by on Simon Spurrier, a comics writer who is veering towards writing straight prose. It's not bad; very stylishly written, but I'm wondering if there isn't a riff on American Psycho buried in there. Email me and I'll tell you what I mean.
In a minute I'm going to duck out, buy some concert tickets and then hunker down somewhere and write up my notes from last night.
I'm going to post more regularly again.
Lately I've just had a combination of time already occupied, energies diverted to other things and a desire to think on my own for a bit and keep my own counsel. Sometimes I prefer thinking over writing, even though I tend to treat writing as thinking out loud.
End note: I just received a package with some skin cream and soft soft. Yay. Winter, among other things, can be murder on the mittens, this stuff should help stop them from bleeding.
Over and out.
-J
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