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My laptop sits on an old wooden desk in the kitchen and has a small drawer with a wood and brass handle on the front. The desk was in the apartment when I moved in.
In the far left corner of the desk, against the white stucco wall is a book, lying lengthwise, called 'Onder de Australische zon', a Dutch translation of an Harlequin romance novel, written by an Australian woman named Lindsay Armstrong.
Immediately to the right of the novel is my camera case, empty. Underneath the black and orange camera case is a piece of cardboard, folded once. It contains four dates with the time 12:30 next to them, all of them physiotherapy appointments from the first two months of the year.
On top of these last two items lies my laptop case.
To the left of the case is a black business card with white writing. It is from a casting director who gave it two me after an impro show I did in March. Sitting over the top left corner of the card is an electronic guitar tuner. Next to this is a postcard, featuring a doberman and a chihuahua, addressed to my ex-girlfriend Karen. It has no stamp. Sitting on top of this is my agenda, an empty Specsavers glasses case and a pen with the website address www.dhl.nl printed on it. I have no idea what DHL is.
Behind the laptop is a blue Dutch to English dictionary. Underneath that are two scraps of paper. One contains an old shopping list. Half of the items I never bought. The other piece of paper is a chart listing the bar chords formed by the open A and E finger shapes.
Under that is a A4 printout, which contains a poem written for me by my friend, Quathar, who is half Dutch, half Pakistani, as a Sinterklas present. The poem is in the form of rhyming couplets. The first of which is a fact about me, the second a quote from The Big Lebowski.
Next to this sits a silver Canon camera and the packet for a pack of playing card with photos of Australian animals on the back. This was sent to me from Australia by Katherine, as an inoculation against homesickness.
Next to this is a black iPod, which I have not used for over six months.
In the close right corner of the desk is a two inch thick book from Microsoft press about programming for the .NET 2.0 framework. On top of this is a little pamphet about a play my friend wrote and directed last month. 'Liquid Love' by Teresa Merilainen. For the life of me I can't remember the English word for a little pamphlet that you get when you go to see a play, that describes the play and the cast.
On top of this in a autobiography, 'The elfish gene' by Mark Barrowcliffe. I took it from my old friend Tiest's house in Cambridge when I was there earlier in the year. I've been meaning to mail the book to another old friend, Troy. Inside is stuffed three postcards, which I meant to mail at the same time, but still haven't.
Through the window, the sky is still light blue. It is a quarter past ten at night.
In the far left corner of the desk, against the white stucco wall is a book, lying lengthwise, called 'Onder de Australische zon', a Dutch translation of an Harlequin romance novel, written by an Australian woman named Lindsay Armstrong.
Immediately to the right of the novel is my camera case, empty. Underneath the black and orange camera case is a piece of cardboard, folded once. It contains four dates with the time 12:30 next to them, all of them physiotherapy appointments from the first two months of the year.
On top of these last two items lies my laptop case.
To the left of the case is a black business card with white writing. It is from a casting director who gave it two me after an impro show I did in March. Sitting over the top left corner of the card is an electronic guitar tuner. Next to this is a postcard, featuring a doberman and a chihuahua, addressed to my ex-girlfriend Karen. It has no stamp. Sitting on top of this is my agenda, an empty Specsavers glasses case and a pen with the website address www.dhl.nl printed on it. I have no idea what DHL is.
Behind the laptop is a blue Dutch to English dictionary. Underneath that are two scraps of paper. One contains an old shopping list. Half of the items I never bought. The other piece of paper is a chart listing the bar chords formed by the open A and E finger shapes.
Under that is a A4 printout, which contains a poem written for me by my friend, Quathar, who is half Dutch, half Pakistani, as a Sinterklas present. The poem is in the form of rhyming couplets. The first of which is a fact about me, the second a quote from The Big Lebowski.
Next to this sits a silver Canon camera and the packet for a pack of playing card with photos of Australian animals on the back. This was sent to me from Australia by Katherine, as an inoculation against homesickness.
Next to this is a black iPod, which I have not used for over six months.
In the close right corner of the desk is a two inch thick book from Microsoft press about programming for the .NET 2.0 framework. On top of this is a little pamphet about a play my friend wrote and directed last month. 'Liquid Love' by Teresa Merilainen. For the life of me I can't remember the English word for a little pamphlet that you get when you go to see a play, that describes the play and the cast.
On top of this in a autobiography, 'The elfish gene' by Mark Barrowcliffe. I took it from my old friend Tiest's house in Cambridge when I was there earlier in the year. I've been meaning to mail the book to another old friend, Troy. Inside is stuffed three postcards, which I meant to mail at the same time, but still haven't.
Through the window, the sky is still light blue. It is a quarter past ten at night.