| Sep. 6th, 2005 @ 09:49 pm mooooooooooooooooooo |
|---|
Current Mood:  slightly dispirited
Current Music: Arcturus - The Throne Of Tragedy
For fuck's sake! Why is it that my nextdoor neighbour often has Radio Four playing all night? I mean I like Radio Four, but when you wake up in the middle of the night and all you can hear is words like constituency, futhermore, stock market, blah blah drifting through your open window, it can be a teeny bit irritating.
Today, after my ultrasound scan in hospital, I went into town and wandered aimlessly and dreamily. I went into bookshops, something I don't normally do. They're overwhelming, I find. Just think of all the stuff there is in each book, then think how many books there are in that shop. I kind of enjoyed picking up books at random, and reading their front and back covers, though. Anyway, as I wandered in my bemused state I contemplated life and other such things, which was annoying. In particular I tried to remind myself what the point of living is, and then I realised there isn't any point - ehehe. So there we go.
I was severely unimpressed with the only thing I bought, which was a tasty looking Danish pastry. It was very stale; unusual for a pastry bought at midday, as Henry pointed out on the phone later on. Another interesting event in my morning involved this fat old scruffy looking bloke whom I passed in a little alleyway. He was whistling quite unreservedly, clearly oblivious to anybody around him. But the thing was, I've never heard anybody whistle so beautifully before. He sounded a bit like an accomplished recorder player.
Tonight after working out and eating dinner I was dismayed to find there was no hot water. I had to spend about forty minutes boiling water in the kettle and two saucepans so I could have a bath.
Yea. |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
veinmelter's journal
depressed
piratey
jocund
tired
content
melancholy
ecstatic
annoyed