| Hmmm |
[Jul. 10th, 2008|10:03 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | One of those moods | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Daniel Johnston: Fear Yourself | ] |
I think I would categorise tonight as one of those evenings...
My Mum phoned up on my (relatively) new mobile phone, and I couldn’t work out how to answer it. I pressed what I thought was the right button, only for Keys Lock! to appear on the screen, and the call terminated. Oh, the shame...
I received an approach on the internet lonelies this evening from someone that lives in Florida. Er, how precisely does she envisage us going on a date then? Perhaps she isn’t entirely clear where London is, geographically? I politely declined.
I wondered why my ironing appeared to be progressing so unconvincingly, until I realised that I was using my old knackered iron which I stashed under the sink when I got a new one, just for emergencies (though quite what an “emergency – quick – use old iron!” might be I’ve never really contemplated extensively). How on earth did I end up in that situation? Have I been recently abducted by aliens, who erased my memory?
It’s Friday tomorrow, isn’t it? I hope so.
p.s. Any ideas what I can get my Mum for her birthday on Saturday? |
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