hobble di hoy!
i am becoming one of those odd homebound people who have no contact with the outside world other than the internet. soon enough i'm sure i'll join a pink floyd chat room, or start posting on mess and noise! now here i am sitting in the dark (the light globe just blew) updating my live journal for the third time in as many days, when i've hardly touched the thing in months (other than to promote my mythic live performances).
i did venture out of the house today to interview natalie bassingthwaighte and james ash of the rogue traders, but after a couple of hours on my feet i had to go home and sit on the couch eating hot chips and listening to 'i love you alice b toklas' by harper's bizarre instead of attending josh petherick and nathan grey's exhibition. it's oddly worrying that ben is going out more often than i am at the moment, but i'm sure i'll be back in action in a couple more days once i can actually walk comfortably again.
despite my affliction i of course made the most of an involuntary trip to elwood by returning home via the balaclava record stores. having not been to warren's record paradise in probably a year it was disappointing to walk in and be told 'we're closing in three minutes' by ancient old warren, in his thongs and yellow-gray ponytail. nothing changes...and of course after three minutes i was ejected (i did find the harpers bizarre album in that time, luckily enough) not before being told that i had been looking in the wrong crates, and that all the best stuff was in the other aisle. it wouldn't have occurred to him to tell me that while i was actually looking in the 'wrong' crates, of course.
also of course i'm dying for a cigarette and my packet from last week is sitting tantalisingly on the mantelpiece but i'm trying to be strong, it's easy not to smoke when you're feeling ill but then once you sense an imminent return to wellbeing the cravings come back even more strongly.
in fact i might just go have one now, just to top off my weird mood.
i did venture out of the house today to interview natalie bassingthwaighte and james ash of the rogue traders, but after a couple of hours on my feet i had to go home and sit on the couch eating hot chips and listening to 'i love you alice b toklas' by harper's bizarre instead of attending josh petherick and nathan grey's exhibition. it's oddly worrying that ben is going out more often than i am at the moment, but i'm sure i'll be back in action in a couple more days once i can actually walk comfortably again.
despite my affliction i of course made the most of an involuntary trip to elwood by returning home via the balaclava record stores. having not been to warren's record paradise in probably a year it was disappointing to walk in and be told 'we're closing in three minutes' by ancient old warren, in his thongs and yellow-gray ponytail. nothing changes...and of course after three minutes i was ejected (i did find the harpers bizarre album in that time, luckily enough) not before being told that i had been looking in the wrong crates, and that all the best stuff was in the other aisle. it wouldn't have occurred to him to tell me that while i was actually looking in the 'wrong' crates, of course.
also of course i'm dying for a cigarette and my packet from last week is sitting tantalisingly on the mantelpiece but i'm trying to be strong, it's easy not to smoke when you're feeling ill but then once you sense an imminent return to wellbeing the cravings come back even more strongly.
in fact i might just go have one now, just to top off my weird mood.