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shermarama1. Arctic winds ain't that bad. Makes getting to work a long slog, but that's good for fitness, and makes the journey home into a record speed attempt.
2. The indexing on my gears is very nearly SquBAR (squiffy beyond all recognition) and I must take a screwdriver with me on the ride to work tomorrow.
3. Yeah, and, as of the end of next week, I'm going part time. Two days a week only, still earning maybe half what I do now which'll keep me ticking over, but I get to be a full-time student. I haven't even started that yet but even the anticipation of the new arrangements feels like an Arctic wind to the grey matter. So much to be done, so little work-in-its-aspect-as-a-pain-to-be-endured to fit it round.
4. My head is full of meta-thought about design. This is something I'd been missing until now in the scrabbling to get the practical side done. This is ace.
5. My hair is full of nit lotion. It's fucking hippy nit lotion made of essential oils and shite because they're nits I got from a fucking hippy. I wouldn't mind, I didn't even fuck him, just snogged his girlfriend, but the moral is, I'm not letting my head anywhere back within ten feet of his feckless ginger bonce ever again. Not even his girlfriend's, neither.
6. Incidentally, Punch Judy and those experts of excess The Moon are playing at the New Cross Inn in New Cross tonight. I've got to go catch a train now. You could come and see, if you've a mind to.
2. The indexing on my gears is very nearly SquBAR (squiffy beyond all recognition) and I must take a screwdriver with me on the ride to work tomorrow.
3. Yeah, and, as of the end of next week, I'm going part time. Two days a week only, still earning maybe half what I do now which'll keep me ticking over, but I get to be a full-time student. I haven't even started that yet but even the anticipation of the new arrangements feels like an Arctic wind to the grey matter. So much to be done, so little work-in-its-aspect-as-a-pain-to-be-endured to fit it round.
4. My head is full of meta-thought about design. This is something I'd been missing until now in the scrabbling to get the practical side done. This is ace.
5. My hair is full of nit lotion. It's fucking hippy nit lotion made of essential oils and shite because they're nits I got from a fucking hippy. I wouldn't mind, I didn't even fuck him, just snogged his girlfriend, but the moral is, I'm not letting my head anywhere back within ten feet of his feckless ginger bonce ever again. Not even his girlfriend's, neither.
6. Incidentally, Punch Judy and those experts of excess The Moon are playing at the New Cross Inn in New Cross tonight. I've got to go catch a train now. You could come and see, if you've a mind to.