All that effort and it still ain't right

Having pretty much dozed my way to work on the oven Tube, I can now feel my cells slowly inflating as I drink the first office coffee of the day. It is the unique combination of coffee, air conditioning and New York style sandwich that wakes me up at work. The same coffee at home just doesn't do it, oddly enough. But then I suppose there is less incentive to wake up at home when lolling around in a trance, listening to the radio is a perfectly viable alternative.

The more observant of you out there, gentle readers, may notice that I have succumbed at long last to the use of something other than the original LJ standard style S1. This was not because of any overwhelming need for change on my part, merely a feeling of narkdom on finding that none of my carefully inserted tags was worth the paper it was written on¹ under the old style.

So. Change. Inevitable, I suppose. But it brings more change in its wake. For now I look at the lay out and start wondering what if...?

If I disappear offline for a few days or weeks, you will know that I have accidentally folded reality whilst tampering with things man was not meant to know^TM2.


¹Once again, written language fails to keep up with technology, and the more accurate,'not worth the cyberspace it's stored in' just sounds posy.

²The LJ style system. Do try to keep up.

All that effort and it still ain't right

Having pretty much dozed my way to work on the oven Tube, I can now feel my cells slowly inflating as I drink the first office coffee of the day. It is the unique combination of coffee, air conditioning and New York style sandwich that wakes me up at work. The same coffee at home just doesn't do it, oddly enough. But then I suppose there is less incentive to wake up at home when lolling around in a trance, listening to the radio is a perfectly viable alternative.

The more observant of you out there, gentle readers, may notice that I have succumbed at long last to the use of something other than the original LJ standard style S1. This was not because of any overwhelming need for change on my part, merely a feeling of narkdom on finding that none of my carefully inserted tags was worth the paper it was written on¹ under the old style.

So. Change. Inevitable, I suppose. But it brings more change in its wake. For now I look at the lay out and start wondering what if...?

If I disappear offline for a few days or weeks, you will know that I have accidentally folded reality whilst tampering with things man was not meant to know^TM2.


¹Once again, written language fails to keep up with technology, and the more accurate,'not worth the cyberspace it's stored in' just sounds posy.

²The LJ style system. Do try to keep up.

To sleep, perchance to be rich

Oh, how the venial sins compete to make life interesting.

I am torn between lethargy and a love of money, and this is compounded by the fact that it is still hot outside.

I have three cheques to cash at the bank, totalling £150. Such is my forgetfulness, one of the cheques, despite being valid for three months, only has a few days to run. I remembered to bring it in to work with me at the last so I can pay it into the bank. The trouble is, getting to my bank involves a lunchtime walk along Victoria Street in sweltering weather, and all I want to do is sleep hidden in the shade.

And I have to go to another bank completely, to pay my Mastercard bill. This is a further disincentive to go out (I know it shouldn’t be, but it is. Late payment charges don’t scare me the way they ought). Oh well, bite the bullet, I guess, and get on with it. It was precisely this kind of woolly thinking that reamed my finances in the first place, so now they are off life support and merely in intensive care, I should stop playing with financial strychnine and just get on with it.

But it is hot, and I don’t want to go out at lunchtime.

To sleep, perchance to be rich

Oh, how the venial sins compete to make life interesting.

I am torn between lethargy and a love of money, and this is compounded by the fact that it is still hot outside.

I have three cheques to cash at the bank, totalling £150. Such is my forgetfulness, one of the cheques, despite being valid for three months, only has a few days to run. I remembered to bring it in to work with me at the last so I can pay it into the bank. The trouble is, getting to my bank involves a lunchtime walk along Victoria Street in sweltering weather, and all I want to do is sleep hidden in the shade.

And I have to go to another bank completely, to pay my Mastercard bill. This is a further disincentive to go out (I know it shouldn’t be, but it is. Late payment charges don’t scare me the way they ought). Oh well, bite the bullet, I guess, and get on with it. It was precisely this kind of woolly thinking that reamed my finances in the first place, so now they are off life support and merely in intensive care, I should stop playing with financial strychnine and just get on with it.

But it is hot, and I don’t want to go out at lunchtime.