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Friday, October 3rd, 2008 11:19 amI don't seem to be able to wake up properly. If I close my eyes for a second, I can feel myself beginning to drift almost immediately. Very odd.
Friday, October 3rd, 2008
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Friday, October 3rd, 2008 11:19 amI don't seem to be able to wake up properly. If I close my eyes for a second, I can feel myself beginning to drift almost immediately. Very odd.
It was good to see ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
colonel_maxim yesterday; he arrived mid afternoon and stayed the night, kipping on the futon in the living room.
I am now the proud owner of an In Afghanistan ist alles doof tee shirt and a back scratcher. The provenance of this is shady on account of a certain DT having been slightly sozzled when it was passed on to him, but he thinks I should be saying 'thank you' to Mikey. So thank-you Mikey! Furtle has a cricket ball sized piece of Lapis Lasuli that we have to find a stand for to stop it from rolling all over the place and possibly shattering (or at the very least chipping).
In the evening we disappeared off to the Griffin for the quiz and were joined bythalinoviel. As is customary, we came third. Actually it was second equal, but we were defeated in the tie breaker by not realising that it had taken Elton John until 1990 to get his first solo number one hit. Ho hum.
Today I was unable to get out of bed and since DT had left his mobile in Greenwich, cannot get in touch to say where he is. There were tentative plans for me to accompany him to the British Museum to see the Hadrian Exhibition and then on to the Royal Society to listen to a lecture on something that has gone in one ear and out the other, but which did sound potentially interesting. In the event, as alluded to earlier I was too tired, for no readily apparent reason, to get up (and when I did, could barely stay awake).
In other news, yesterday before DT's arrival, I went to see the Quack for the first time in ages. He was supremely uninterested by me asking about the water retention in my ankles (though for some reason it's been less these past few days) and really preferred to have me go along to get prodded in the arm to give a blood sample, which I keep avoiding, but will probably get and do this time if only to keep the butchers off my back. I am also booked into the excitingly named Cryo Clinic or rather am on the list until enough warty people sign up to make it worth them getting a nurse to pop in over the weekend and apply liquid nitrogen to the warts. Frankly I wouldn't have bothered, but a certain somebody insisted.
I have just realised that I haven't listened to any of the CDs I bought last weekend, so I shall have something to eat and then settle down to The Rotters Club by Hatfield and the North. Then I may give Lennon's remastered Walls and Bridges a listen. But first, food.
Aha! I have just been texted by Furtle who has found a metal mesh squidget for the kettle to catch all the limescale that comes with London water. Not saying it's hard or anything...
colonel_maxim yesterday; he arrived mid afternoon and stayed the night, kipping on the futon in the living room. I am now the proud owner of an In Afghanistan ist alles doof tee shirt and a back scratcher. The provenance of this is shady on account of a certain DT having been slightly sozzled when it was passed on to him, but he thinks I should be saying 'thank you' to Mikey. So thank-you Mikey! Furtle has a cricket ball sized piece of Lapis Lasuli that we have to find a stand for to stop it from rolling all over the place and possibly shattering (or at the very least chipping).
In the evening we disappeared off to the Griffin for the quiz and were joined by
thalinoviel. As is customary, we came third. Actually it was second equal, but we were defeated in the tie breaker by not realising that it had taken Elton John until 1990 to get his first solo number one hit. Ho hum.Today I was unable to get out of bed and since DT had left his mobile in Greenwich, cannot get in touch to say where he is. There were tentative plans for me to accompany him to the British Museum to see the Hadrian Exhibition and then on to the Royal Society to listen to a lecture on something that has gone in one ear and out the other, but which did sound potentially interesting. In the event, as alluded to earlier I was too tired, for no readily apparent reason, to get up (and when I did, could barely stay awake).
In other news, yesterday before DT's arrival, I went to see the Quack for the first time in ages. He was supremely uninterested by me asking about the water retention in my ankles (though for some reason it's been less these past few days) and really preferred to have me go along to get prodded in the arm to give a blood sample, which I keep avoiding, but will probably get and do this time if only to keep the butchers off my back. I am also booked into the excitingly named Cryo Clinic or rather am on the list until enough warty people sign up to make it worth them getting a nurse to pop in over the weekend and apply liquid nitrogen to the warts. Frankly I wouldn't have bothered, but a certain somebody insisted.
I have just realised that I haven't listened to any of the CDs I bought last weekend, so I shall have something to eat and then settle down to The Rotters Club by Hatfield and the North. Then I may give Lennon's remastered Walls and Bridges a listen. But first, food.
Aha! I have just been texted by Furtle who has found a metal mesh squidget for the kettle to catch all the limescale that comes with London water. Not saying it's hard or anything...
It was good to see colonel_maxim yesterday; he arrived mid afternoon and stayed the night, kipping on the futon in the living room.
I am now the proud owner of an In Afghanistan ist alles doof tee shirt and a back scratcher. The provenance of this is shady on account of a certain DT having been slightly sozzled when it was passed on to him, but he thinks I should be saying 'thank you' to Mikey. So thank-you Mikey! Furtle has a cricket ball sized piece of Lapis Lasuli that we have to find a stand for to stop it from rolling all over the place and possibly shattering (or at the very least chipping).
In the evening we disappeared off to the Griffin for the quiz and were joined bythalinoviel. As is customary, we came third. Actually it was second equal, but we were defeated in the tie breaker by not realising that it had taken Elton John until 1990 to get his first solo number one hit. Ho hum.
Today I was unable to get out of bed and since DT had left his mobile in Greenwich, cannot get in touch to say where he is. There were tentative plans for me to accompany him to the British Museum to see the Hadrian Exhibition and then on to the Royal Society to listen to a lecture on something that has gone in one ear and out the other, but which did sound potentially interesting. In the event, as alluded to earlier I was too tired, for no readily apparent reason, to get up (and when I did, could barely stay awake).
In other news, yesterday before DT's arrival, I went to see the Quack for the first time in ages. He was supremely uninterested by me asking about the water retention in my ankles (though for some reason it's been less these past few days) and really preferred to have me go along to get prodded in the arm to give a blood sample, which I keep avoiding, but will probably get and do this time if only to keep the butchers off my back. I am also booked into the excitingly named Cryo Clinic or rather am on the list until enough warty people sign up to make it worth them getting a nurse to pop in over the weekend and apply liquid nitrogen to the warts. Frankly I wouldn't have bothered, but a certain somebody insisted.
I have just realised that I haven't listened to any of the CDs I bought last weekend, so I shall have something to eat and then settle down to The Rotters Club by Hatfield and the North. Then I may give Lennon's remastered Walls and Bridges a listen. But first, food.
Aha! I have just been texted by Furtle who has found a metal mesh squidget for the kettle to catch all the limescale that comes with London water. Not saying it's hard or anything...
colonel_maxim yesterday; he arrived mid afternoon and stayed the night, kipping on the futon in the living room. I am now the proud owner of an In Afghanistan ist alles doof tee shirt and a back scratcher. The provenance of this is shady on account of a certain DT having been slightly sozzled when it was passed on to him, but he thinks I should be saying 'thank you' to Mikey. So thank-you Mikey! Furtle has a cricket ball sized piece of Lapis Lasuli that we have to find a stand for to stop it from rolling all over the place and possibly shattering (or at the very least chipping).
In the evening we disappeared off to the Griffin for the quiz and were joined by
thalinoviel. As is customary, we came third. Actually it was second equal, but we were defeated in the tie breaker by not realising that it had taken Elton John until 1990 to get his first solo number one hit. Ho hum.Today I was unable to get out of bed and since DT had left his mobile in Greenwich, cannot get in touch to say where he is. There were tentative plans for me to accompany him to the British Museum to see the Hadrian Exhibition and then on to the Royal Society to listen to a lecture on something that has gone in one ear and out the other, but which did sound potentially interesting. In the event, as alluded to earlier I was too tired, for no readily apparent reason, to get up (and when I did, could barely stay awake).
In other news, yesterday before DT's arrival, I went to see the Quack for the first time in ages. He was supremely uninterested by me asking about the water retention in my ankles (though for some reason it's been less these past few days) and really preferred to have me go along to get prodded in the arm to give a blood sample, which I keep avoiding, but will probably get and do this time if only to keep the butchers off my back. I am also booked into the excitingly named Cryo Clinic or rather am on the list until enough warty people sign up to make it worth them getting a nurse to pop in over the weekend and apply liquid nitrogen to the warts. Frankly I wouldn't have bothered, but a certain somebody insisted.
I have just realised that I haven't listened to any of the CDs I bought last weekend, so I shall have something to eat and then settle down to The Rotters Club by Hatfield and the North. Then I may give Lennon's remastered Walls and Bridges a listen. But first, food.
Aha! I have just been texted by Furtle who has found a metal mesh squidget for the kettle to catch all the limescale that comes with London water. Not saying it's hard or anything...