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Had yesterday off, for no particular reason, and as such have been rather busy today catching up not only with the online ramblings of my chums, but also with actual w*rk. All most unseemly. In addition, I haven't all that much to report.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
insecuregoddess' birthday pizza was very nice, but then Pizza Express usually is; similarly the Transparent Things concert afterwards was entertaining rather than remarkable, and I understand the failure of newcomers fugitivemotel and missfrancesca to understand quite why we'd all been making so much fuss about them. Though I did at least get to meet a friend of the former who really is called Barry.
My day of leisure started late; the sleep was welcome but its benefits have already faded by today. Of my aims for the day, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was abandoned on grounds of skintness and disinclination. I had also planned to visit two shops I only ever see when they're closed; a misapplied syllogism seemed the only reason one of them was closed anyway, and the other was a disappointment. It was nice to have a stroll in the sun, I suppose, but a stroll in the sun minus a few degrees centigrade would have been nicer still. Today I find myself mostly pondering what the tentacly thing was in Firefly (NB DON'T TELL ME) and why the 2000AD stories once derided as turkeys are now the ones being reprinted. It's not one of my more epic days.
Had yesterday off, for no particular reason, and as such have been rather busy today catching up not only with the online ramblings of my chums, but also with actual w*rk. All most unseemly. In addition, I haven't all that much to report.
insecuregoddess' birthday pizza was very nice, but then Pizza Express usually is; similarly the Transparent Things concert afterwards was entertaining rather than remarkable, and I understand the failure of newcomers fugitivemotel and missfrancesca to understand quite why we'd all been making so much fuss about them. Though I did at least get to meet a friend of the former who really is called Barry. My day of leisure started late; the sleep was welcome but its benefits have already faded by today. Of my aims for the day, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was abandoned on grounds of skintness and disinclination. I had also planned to visit two shops I only ever see when they're closed; a misapplied syllogism seemed the only reason one of them was closed anyway, and the other was a disappointment. It was nice to have a stroll in the sun, I suppose, but a stroll in the sun minus a few degrees centigrade would have been nicer still. Today I find myself mostly pondering what the tentacly thing was in Firefly (NB DON'T TELL ME) and why the 2000AD stories once derided as turkeys are now the ones being reprinted. It's not one of my more epic days.
