*ahem* parents worrying about lack of diary entries is probably a clue to start writing again. The last week has been… complex. On the plus side, we now have free net connection, gas, water, heating, net(and not)working, games playing, food,
Archive: June 2002
I’m feeling ikky. I have a cold, a headache, and the sunlight is killing me. I spent far too long during the day asleep (not really being a very good host to Supermouse) feeling sorry for myself. The worst part
Today has been educational. Yesterday evening, between four and five, Me and Cookie entered our new house in Cambridge. Yay. Since then, education has happened, and I have learnt things. For example: Never argue with a washing machine. You will
I move in on Monday. It’s Saturday. I should be packing. And I am, putting everything neatly (and not-so-neatly) into archive boxen and loading it outside my room. In the process, I have also completed the move of Afphrid to
It’s done. The references have passed, the deposit is here, the thing has been finished. As of Monday, 17th June 2002, I am living in Cambridge. I am currently playing Madness – Our House, at the highest volume my speakers
Destiny is a funny thing. I am destined to own a Sony Cli
Kael’s Rainbow Some people, thought Kael, Do not have this problem. No, he ammended in his head, absolutly no one has this exact problem, save one. me. Arguing is a human trait. It is fairly easy but can be made
When people demand a diary entry, they get one 🙂 However, I didn’t promise it was going to be helpful, insightful, or anything. A Real Journal Entry, then. It’s all going to go horribly wrong, I can tell. It is
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I woke early one morning, The earth lay cool and still, When suddenly a tiny bird, Perched on my windowsill, He sang a song so lovely, So carefree and so gay, That slowly all my troubles, Began to slip away. He sang of far off places, Of laughter and of fun, It seemed his very trilling, Brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers, Crept slowly out of bed, Then gently shut the window, And crushed his fucking head. I'm not a morning person. |
(Stolen mercylessly from a post by Sensei on Avocadia
Friday was hectic. Sorting out all the various bits of paper required to confirm the house, and now starts the process of raising the deposit. Funness. So, The House then. It’s nice, it’s just off Mill Road in Cambridge (Just