I've had an enjoyable day, huge lie-in, messed around on my PC for a bit, playing with the screen-saver I made last night, and printing off pointlessly high quality photos. If I ever get photos, you'll see them here.
I dragged my less-than-keen nose back to the literary grindstone today, and as soon as I'd started I kicked myself for not doing it sooner. I enjoy it, and for some reason I'd stopped. I have now finished writing about Paris the first time, and the rest of the trip awaits. The format is kind of developing itself as I go along. I have the journal interposed between bits of writing now, and famous quotes to begin each chapter. There's bits of script and dialogue in there too.
It's a bit organic, but I like it.
No news from BNFL.
Asked about a bar job advertised for here in town, but they were after someone permanent.
Anyone noticed that there are more fly-on-the-wall TV programmes on at the moment? I thought they'd died. At the moment my Mum is downstairs watching a man have penile injections. This isn't a commentary on my Mum, but rather TV, of which we only have 4 channels, so I don't blame her. I didn't stick around long enough to find out, but as far as I could gather it was something along the lines of 'The STD Clinic'.
What's that about then?
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