Had an as usual ace Saturday. Still suffering from the no work – can’t sleep syndrome, but I’m surviving.
Feeling like a pimp with Modeselektor Body language playing in the back, but hey I’ve figured it all applies as Adam’s got out his bass guitar to play along with.
This week, this day no more bizarre than normal.
Ooh this is awesome Body Language Pon de floor
Woke up – read Raymond Carver short. A short good thing. A boy’s birthday, an unpicked up cake, an angry baker, a run of the mill accident. The boy dies, the baker leaves ridiculous calls. The parents Ann & Howard are somehow saved a smight from their anguish by the baker who gives them some hot rolls with melted butter. Franklin a black kid dies. Basically the essence of what being human means was illustrated to me before 9 am.
This week I have injured my lower chest, it is alas not broke, but damaged soft tissue, which has led to a mild chest infection, the bruising is minimal to my disappointment, as it hurts so fucking much. 2 x rays know the reality, I’m no wuss as I proved by me igniting a boiler I knew nothing about in the morning wearing a stripy Jasper Conran man’s dressing gown.
Fell again in love with the child I will have one day, she loves parsnips and has a stick insect called Rashmid.
Ps had an awesome take away from the Nepalase Nemaste Nepal, which is the sister of the brother of Kathmandu Didsbury West, and sister of the sister Kathmandu East Didsbury, awesome smell and I’m smell sensitive, and also the bread was awesome, which I can be sensitive too, but was a beauty, we’ve said so much for now, going to drink our Dark island beer curtousy of Ames.
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