"Everday I look at the world from my window."
Another day of not a lot, although this was down to a 90 minute phone call from my mum rather than me moping around. I was going to tidy up the kitchen and go and buy my brother's birthday present (a Stylophone!) but after the onslaught of having the menus and the seating plans, the lack of orders of service and the order of readings for my wedding I frankly am too fazed to do much else. She means well though, bless her.
I am feeling somewhat better, by the way.
I'm not sure what to do with myself though. I've already checked my journal flist, my Facebook, YouTube's video recommendations and the recent deaths on wikipedia. What else is out there. I have this strong feeling of inertia; that I ought to be doing something other than sitting here procrastinating. Maybe I'll go and tackle the washing up. That should, at least, give me some domestic points. I fucking hate washing up though. We have no working cold tap so all washing up must be done in scalding hot water (good for dishes, bad for health) and, because we are so badly orgainised, I don't think we have any clean tea-towels. Bugger. Just so you know - this is the thought process that affects everything that I do. It's frustrating and annoying.
I did manage some singing today, although this has given me a rather tickly cough. I have no idea as to whether or not I was in key though, because the muffled sound of my own voice was drowning out the sound of the guitar. It may have been amazing but it was more likely to have been woefully flat or sharp, like someone who really can't sing doing karaoke. At least I tried.
I found this on youtube yesterday. It's from early 90s comedy show, Fist of Fun and features, obviously, Kevin Eldon. You get respect if you remember this from the original run.
I am feeling somewhat better, by the way.
I'm not sure what to do with myself though. I've already checked my journal flist, my Facebook, YouTube's video recommendations and the recent deaths on wikipedia. What else is out there. I have this strong feeling of inertia; that I ought to be doing something other than sitting here procrastinating. Maybe I'll go and tackle the washing up. That should, at least, give me some domestic points. I fucking hate washing up though. We have no working cold tap so all washing up must be done in scalding hot water (good for dishes, bad for health) and, because we are so badly orgainised, I don't think we have any clean tea-towels. Bugger. Just so you know - this is the thought process that affects everything that I do. It's frustrating and annoying.
I did manage some singing today, although this has given me a rather tickly cough. I have no idea as to whether or not I was in key though, because the muffled sound of my own voice was drowning out the sound of the guitar. It may have been amazing but it was more likely to have been woefully flat or sharp, like someone who really can't sing doing karaoke. At least I tried.
I found this on youtube yesterday. It's from early 90s comedy show, Fist of Fun and features, obviously, Kevin Eldon. You get respect if you remember this from the original run.
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