Weather:
Overcast, foggy and damp - oh, and dank. Yeah, dank. Dank and miserable. Definitely miserable.
Mood:
Happy as a lark.
...but it would need to be a lark with significant problems and life-issues.
Enjoying:
My "new to me but obviously second hand" MIDI Verb 4 arrived just now. I'll have to decide whether I can be bothered to hunt around on the floor for a place to plug it in. If I do discover the will to do this, then I will be able to see how nice it really is. There is always a possibility that it will not work at all and so this whole section will take a dive into the the pit of blackness. But let's be positive.
Micro-Rant:
On the whole, I don't think there are enough places to complain to. I would be happy to pay a professional agency to complain on my behalf. They would know all the addresses and procedures and would be able to supply me with lovely copies of tearful confessions of failure from all the companies that irk me. Hang on.... what if they let me down?
Thus an idea is born, developed and damned in four sentences.
Next nice thing:
Curry out and then a film. Although, not sure whether I will enjoy the Passion of Christ. Watch this space.
I've left this in because it is still the truth. More fool all of you who assumed that because it was the /next/ nice thing that it was happening on the day I wrote it.
Worry about misuse of the word "thrush": 89%
Pain: 94%
Other comments:
It seems almost churlish to write other comments, as I have already been so verbose today. I was going to say I had suffered from verbal diarrhoea, but I have no idea how to spell diarrhoea. Sorry.
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