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Another holding post.
Nov. 6th, 2006 06:27 pmI've been so rubbish today. I did the travelling home thing very well, but I've spent the past 6 hours doing more or less nothing, or at least not writing. I have a headache now. And to be fair, I've not washed my hair yet today, which makes me uncomfortable. In many ways this is a poor excuse. Yet there is no other. And I missed a man crashing a car into the lamppost outside my house. I only saw him standing next to it and looking a bit miffed.
But I did see Paul Simon yesterday. I want you to know this. Anything you did was comparatively rubbish. I am sorry to speak such painful truth. I am, I promise, going to write about it properly. About the gig and the wonderfulness and the magical jumping ninja mouse and the human sacrifice and the baked potatoes and Cee singing and everything. You think some of those points are made up, but they're not. But. I'm not allowed till I've done my alloted words. So maybe around midnight.
But I did see Paul Simon yesterday. I want you to know this. Anything you did was comparatively rubbish. I am sorry to speak such painful truth. I am, I promise, going to write about it properly. About the gig and the wonderfulness and the magical jumping ninja mouse and the human sacrifice and the baked potatoes and Cee singing and everything. You think some of those points are made up, but they're not. But. I'm not allowed till I've done my alloted words. So maybe around midnight.
